Countless thoughts raced through Liora's mind.
The doubts and confusion she had previously faced slowly dispersed, as though the veil covering her perception was slowly being lifted.
She seemed to have gained a deeper understanding of the Cosmic Universe as well as her own situation overall.
A few minutes later, she shook her head.
She organized her thoughts, turning her focus back to reality.
Her gaze swept through the River of Time, briefly landing on the other Ancient Devils surrounding her.
The number of Thrones was hard to count.
However, there was something Liora had failed to notice in the past.
Some of these Thrones were indeed occupied by vague creatures.
But a large portion of them were not.
The Thrones stood alone, with countless cracks covering their bodies and slowly spreading. Their auras fluctuated violently with every second, as though they were about to break apart.
Had it been in the past, Liora would not have understood what such a sight meant.
