Max and the other geniuses waited patiently for the entrance to the Godslayer's Pilgrimage to open.
The flying boat stayed suspended before the forbidden edge of space, unmoving and silent. Around them, the starry void stretched in every direction, but this region didn't feel like ordinary space. It was too still. Too cold. Too heavy.
There were no distant worlds, no drifting continents, no shining law rivers, and no signs of life anywhere nearby. Only the vast darkness ahead kept pulsing faintly, as if something hidden behind the Wall of Eternity was breathing.
No one spoke much. Even Michael, who'd been arrogant not long ago, stood quietly beside Sovereign Warlock with a serious expression. The young geniuses from the Primordial Race, the Four Sacred Clans, and the hidden experts all watched the distorted space ahead with different looks in their eyes.
