It came again. The subtle shift in the air. A change that was so small that no one else could sense at the moment.
But Alex could.
With how closely he understood the Fire God's Axiom now, every minuscule change that was happening to it was something he could pick up on right away.
Sadly, there just wasn't enough.
The bastard was holding on very strongly.
"Your words hang entirely on the assumption that the Sun was a ball of Yang to begin with," the Fire God shouted. "What if it was not? What if it always was a ball of Fire?"
"A singular element of Fire?" Alex asked. "Then if it degrades, it should have a tiny amount of Yang. And let's be honest, neither of us believes the Sun, the source of all things Yang, to have a tiny amount of Yang within it."
The Fire God stumbled upon his words and the change in his Axiom was there again. Tiny and incomprehensible to all, but undoubtedly there, and slipping away from his grasp.
