"We need to speed up the progress even more." Maggs resumed manipulating the threads:
"No matter what, the creation of the seed must be completed in the next cycle. As for the anomaly on the fifth layer... let the warming contest reveal the truth."
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In a twisted space within the Abyss, the boundary of reality ripples like water.
This is the private domain of the "Fissure Demon" Kempes—an eerie meeting hall pieced together from fragments of shattered space.
Kempes's figure emerged from a spatial fissure, his form extraordinarily bizarre:
Different parts of his body exist on different planes, with the left arm here and the right leg in another fragment three meters away.
Every time he moves, the parts of his body reassemble, giving a sense of disjointed yet eerily coordinated movements.
"Welcome, fellow comrades."
Kempes's voice, layered multiple times, echoed in the space, coming simultaneously from dozens of different dimensions, forming a reverberation:
