The sensation of weightlessness lasted only a few seconds, but to Noan, it felt as though a very long stretch of time had passed. What surrounded him was no longer the grand hall of the royal palace, nor the dark spatial tunnel he had once seen when using his Space talent. What enveloped everyone was countless streams of light interwoven with one another, like millions of thin threads stretching toward some indeterminable place.
There was white light, green light, and even faint purple streaks carrying the familiar Void aura. They ceaselessly streamed past Noan's body, making him feel as though every piece of data related to himself was being checked layer by layer by the System.
[Teleportation in progress.]
[Connecting to the Chaos Battlefield.]
[Assigning starting region.]
[Checking the number of subordinate individuals.]
[Checking domain constructions.]
[Checking Void authority.]
