The remains of Lacome disappeared, leaving behind nothing but an empty space where an Eternal Saint had once stood. The suppression formations embedded throughout the pocket realm continued operating quietly in the background, their purpose now meaningless with their only prisoner already gone.
I remained where I was for a few moments, slowly absorbing everything I had gained.
The All-Knowing Eyes.
Even now, I could feel their presence resting within me. The black markings surrounding my eyes had faded from view, yet the connection remained. Beneath the surface, the Talent felt alive, waiting for a question, waiting for knowledge to be sought.
The trip had been worthwhile.
Lacome was dead. I had gained a Saint-level summon. I had acquired the All-Knowing Eyes.
And perhaps most importantly, I had finally learned how the Eternals had managed to discover hidden descendants throughout the years.
There was little reason to remain here any longer.
