With the fall of the Lost Monarch.
A vast projection of the colossal Maze appeared across the sky.
It was like a mirage, not existing within any conventional dimension.
Inside the Maze, there were thousands of illusory worlds, absurd and abstract, dazzlingly strange.
There were also numerous powerful presences wandering aimlessly through these unreal worlds.
A shadowy figure draped in kingly robes exuded a level-10 aura; with the Monarch's death, the Maze lost its support, so it tore through the Maze's walls and stepped into the real world.
It was none other than the newly freed Shadow Fall Master.
"What's going on? Did the Lost Monarch fall?"
Charactus laughed and said:
"That's right, we've won a decisive victory. The Lost Monarch has already been executed—body perished, path dissipated, with no chance for resurrection… Welcome back, my old friend."
Hearing this, the Shadow Fall Master felt as if he were in a dream.
