"Golden Rope, golden me!"
"A perfect match!"
Surya murmured to himself.
His large hand suddenly clenched, his fingers radiating light, and in an instant, the golden hand grasped the Rope.
Crackle!
The brilliance of the sun flickered.
A voice came from the Rope.
"Oh, Sun Wheel!"
"You are radiant and magnificent, famous throughout the Three Realms!"
"But you and I are not alike, please go away!"
'Rope' spoke out.
Surya shuddered, a chill spreading from his hand, making him feel cold all over as if he were walking into a western sunset, ready to plunge into the water at any moment.
Whoosh!
Almost at the same time, his body began to darken.
Surya shivered, then suddenly looked down at his right hand, the Rope in his hand now ice-cold and pitch-black, and his own large hand had also turned pitch-black and icy.
Hiss!
Surya took a sharp breath and hastily withdrew his hand.
A look of disbelief appeared on his face.