Haoran stood at the rooftop for a few moments, completely motionless beneath the cold starlight, staring intently at the exact spot where Nyx had disappeared into the fractured dimensional rifts.
The ambient space where her primordial form had rested still carried a strange, heavy static—a residual distortion that made the surrounding molecules of oxygen sluggish to reform.
The wind howled softly against the sharp stone edges of the parapet, but the golden youth remained as unyielding as an ancient monument, his mind operating at a terrifyingly rapid pace.
At the same time, he was also deeply contemplating about that extraordinary technique that she had given him right before she dissolved back into the cosmic void.
It was a profound, completely absolute concept imprinted directly into the recesses of his soul, known within the outer dimensions as the Law of Absolute Severance.
