The white void unfolded around Bruce and Melissa like an endless horizon of calm, erasing the suffocating shadows of Julius's world.
Their heavy breaths echoed against the silence, and for the first time since being dragged into that illusion, both of them felt their shoulders ease.
A voice resonated—gentle yet firm, weaving through the emptiness.
[System Notice: You are no longer bound by Emperor Julius's false authority. You are under the protection of the system. Guidance shall be granted under the authority of Goddess Silvy.]
Melissa's heart skipped.
"Goddess… Silvy? So she did it… she really managed to win."
She whispered, a rare smile tugging at her lips.
Relief flooded her chest.
For a moment, she had feared that Silvy's fight had consumed her completely. Now she knew Silvy had survived—and gained something far greater.
Bruce exhaled slowly, his posture straightening.
"That's our cue. She bought us this chance. It's on us to finish the job."
