It was already too late for everything.
Endless light burst forth from the furnace, and terrifying cracks grew from the surrounding buildings. The heavens and earth trembled as if the entire Supreme Hub would collapse. At this brink of destruction, an inexplicable sense of detachment enveloped everyone, even Nesanel wasn't spared.
It was a floating sensation as if the soul was separating from the body, but in the next second, they overlapped again, with both feet firmly on solid ground.
Nesanel felt the heavy Ether rushing towards him and the touch of a deep blue at the horizon of his vision. Although it was his first time arriving here, he had already learned enough from Bologue's report.
"So this is where you wanted to lead me?"
Nesanel's figure disappeared once more, like a burning meteor, colliding with another member of the Night Race, easily tearing off large chunks of flesh from his pale body.
"A battle isolated from the outside within this overlap point."
