In the gap between the Spirit Realm and reality, as the giant tree shadow that served as the Divine Descent Base suddenly vanished from midair, the Scarlet Mist constantly moving towards the Divine's Base also stopped in front of the gate to the Spirit Realm. However, the red fog that pervaded the entire gap and endlessly corroded the rules set by Dalasgon did not dissipate at all; instead, it became even denser.
"Mugennoawanoyôde..."
The voice that was indistinguishable between holy and terrifying boomed deafeningly once more, the Whisper suddenly piercing through the Dream Magic that Fisher and the others were ensnared in. Though it was merely an incomprehensible utterance, it violently shook Erwin and Fisher apart, who were still entwined due to their mutual devouring. This abrupt separation made them both taste the immense agony of soul division.
