Noah could not comprehend, nor could he accept, that the divine material formed from two fallen Suns, the Sunburn Crystal, had simply vanished, and the Meteorite Gold of the Sun was left with only half its original value, perhaps even more.
Yet, no matter how one looks at it, Noah lost more than half of his fortune in this slumber, and such a loss made the Dragon's heart ache.
"Out with the old, in with the new; with greater strength, I can gather more Sunburn Crystals in the future; it's not a loss, it's a gain!"
Noah could only comfort his wounded soul in this way.
How immortal the Sun is, and how could it fall easily; most of the Material Realms have only one Sun, but from the perspective of endless time and countless planes, it's no mere fantasy to say Suns fall at every moment, yet an equal or even greater number of Suns are born, is a reality.
"Let me see, besides growing a pair of Dragon Wings, what other changes have I undergone?"
