As a result of Reed’s first burst, the final stage shifted from the “Cradle of Chaos” to “Sanarak.”
The voracious Chaos Evil devoured the endless sand hell and the pyramid-shaped tower standing tall at its center.
As a result, the space itself transformed grotesquely, as if melted by the Chaos Evil’s gastric juices.
It was like a sea of great flood, like an abyssal swamp, like a distant abyss, like a cave with no exit…
It changed depending on the angle and time of viewing, defying a single definition. Yet, one consistent aspect was that the illumination was extremely low.
Hiss…
In the amorphous space, formless darkness made snake-like sounds as it crawled up Thesilid’s entire body. And, as if playing a malicious prank, it repeatedly covered and uncovered his eyes.
Each time his vision failed to function, memories learned over thousands of years in the abyss surged up like nausea.
But he did not helplessly kneel and stop as he had at “Pandora’s Bottom.”
Because it was different from the time when there was nothing to protect.
“Child.”
Even without physical…
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