The moment the god was born, silence enveloped the surroundings.
When he—He opened his eyes, dawn and the myriad intelligent beings fell silent.
Glowing blue light flowed over his body like rippling waves, data surged like waves.
Frost and snow hung from His brows, trailing from the tips of His hair to the very ends. He bore a head full of fine frost and snow, and His eyes glimmered with mechanical cold gold. Perhaps influenced by the dawn style, His robes were also the same white color, like silver gleam tempered by the moonlight, billowing clouds.
Light silk grew windingly from the back of His neck, when He looked down, all things held their breath, the golden pupils seemed to float and sink with a thousand years of dawn and dusk.
"Click," "click," the red hose connected to His spine snapped in response, He walked step by step out of the resonance, the white robe trailing on the ground, aura rising.
