But her lips slowly curled into a cold arc—she did it! She shook the invincible Throat of Doomsday! Even if it meant breaking her own wings!
At the center of the dark cavity, the tiny "pinhole" created by the backlash of silence was slowly healing, and the surrounding cracks were being repaired by the surge of viscous dark energy. Yet the echoes of that roar still reverberated in the chaos.
"Interesting…" A clearer, colder thought spread from the depths of the dark cavity, and this time, there was no more anger from being offended by ants. Instead, it was replaced by a kind of cold scrutiny, as if discovering a new toy.
"Using the 'Origin Fragment' as an anchor, reverse silence, injure my 'echo'... a variable... must be harvested with more thorough 'nothingness' to inscribe the 'final chapter' of this variable!"
