439 Evil God of Air

There are countless worlds of various compositions in the multiverse, just as the radiance of the Initial Flame came in millions of forms.

In this unnamed world, all things began with a dark-red sky.

The gigantic crimson stellar body hung within the universe—the star, past its prime, shone its weak light upon the three orbiting planets around it. The last time it expanded had been countless ten thousand years ago, leaving the system that once hosted seven orbiting planets with just three of its furthest orbiting planets.

The planet closest to this red giant had already been locked on by the tide. Half of the stone planet was under eternal incineration—its lithosphere had already melted, while the other was ice-bound in the chilling darkness. All air remaining were liquefied, surging in the cracks between stones.