A tentacle emerged from the blinding sun, an utterly incongruous image, yet Charles made it happen.
Feeling threatened, the sunlight grew even more piercing, and the flesh-colored tentacle was quickly scorched to charcoal by the extreme heat.
But it made no difference. Two, three, then four—more and more tentacles emerged only to be scorched. The once dazzling, brilliant sun was gradually eroded by blackness, eventually transforming into a black sun.
By this point, anything the sphere of light did was futile. Accompanied by a shudder that vibrated through the water, the sphere instantly shattered, exploding into five rings.
These five rings seemed to sense danger, instinctively wanting to flee, but their efforts were destined to be in vain.
The writhing tentacles that had proliferated from within the sphere of light fused together, forming a long serpent. It shot through the center of the rings at extreme speed, binding them tightly.
