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Zog didn't know what state the Priest's physical body was in, but he was sure it wasn't good.
Gone was the arrogant, self-important air he had while preaching his doctrine. Now he was just lying on the ground, drooling and babbling.
It looked like he'd be drooling even if he were cured.
The entire Consciousness Space began to collapse. The sky shattered into countless fragments, revealing the true nature of the space behind it.
There was nothing.
It was a consistently strange feeling.
Zog couldn't think of how to describe it.
It wasn't simply an endless black.
If he had to describe it, it was somewhat similar to the feeling of "seeing" with your eyes closed.
Just nothingness. Pure void.
The creations on the ground could no longer maintain their stability, flickering erratically like a game with a texture bug.
Although Zog's business now relied heavily on his pixel-perfect memory, this ability more often than not caused him trouble.
