Beyond the world.
In the endless Star Realm, the last glow of Kana's Silver Blade extinguishing a Void tentacle had just faded.
There were still a dozen tentacles left.
However, at this moment, it was obvious that the Void would no longer allow Kana to freely sever its exploratory Vanguard tentacles one by one.
The Void's collective responded.
Compared to the massive aggregation of the Void, the world seemed so small, and Kana, floating outside the world, appeared even more insignificant like a grain of sand.
That intangible, formless, yet time-space-corrupting aura of destruction wrapped around like a bone-clinging maggot.
Within this pure will of destruction, an existence's presence abruptly rose, a purple stream of light carried with it a rolling mist, heading towards Kana.
It had been born.
It was not a descent, but the Void's will to destroy taking shape at this moment, in response to Kana the interloper.
The silhouette of streaming light manifested within the fog.
