Northern could not put what he felt into words. It was like there was no word for such a thing, at least not right now. And he was in too much turmoil to even think straight.
Hence, in that moment, there was just one thing he could do. He dove straight into the Limitless Void.
And just like Northern had thought, his soul was being destroyed… by just a single command.
There was a hurricane in the sky, like a living wound torn open—an endless coil of crimson darkness that bled into the world. It roared without voice, a silence so heavy it smothered the air before breaking into a scream that shook marrow.
The void palace, once a monument of the Limitless Void, perched atop the peak of the void, quivered beneath its shadow.
