The sudden feeling of falling hit Duncan hard, pulling his mind away from the blazing sun. It felt like he was being dragged through a deep, dark tunnel by a powerful force. The fiery corona and the flesh supporting it quickly receded from his view. In the next moment, he felt a solid surface against his back.
It was the backrest of his chair.
Duncan opened his eyes wide, gasping for air. His heart was pounding like never before, and the bright light from the burning star seemed to linger in his vision. The horrifying truth of the flesh beneath that sea of fire was etched deeply in his mind.
After a few seconds, these intense impressions began to settle down, leaving behind a faint whisper echoing in his memory—
"Flame Usurper, extinguish me, please..."
Duncan frowned slightly, convinced he had indeed heard those words.
Was that... something the "sun" conveyed to him? Did it sense his probing and send out this... "cry for help"?
He rubbed his forehead, trying to piece together the truth behind this "cry for help," while recalling the details of that blazing sun.