Rustle.
Atabia transformed into a swimming fish, leaping back into the river.
With a splash, it swam against the current, heading to the "past" of nine billion years ago, which is the [present world].
The Long River of Time shimmered.
Every ripple unfolded into waves of eras.
Minis and Herodotus were, of course, not dead; they had been placed ahead on the Long River of Time, their True Spirits eternal, unable to be killed by ordinary means.
"Their era is about to vanish."
In the Long River of Time, Herodotus turned his head, looking at the final scene of that future timeline, "They are going to die, embracing their destiny."
"However, that man... to kill his brother, one must first step over his corpse. When it comes to speaking and doing, he is indeed a king worthy of respect."
The strongest across all the heavens and myriad realms wailed in despair, pain, and sorrow; an overwhelming atmosphere hovered above the entire cosmos, so oppressive that it was unbearable.
