[A/N: Read before chapter 466 and after 467!]
For the next six months, Ash and the spirits did nothing but lay back while reading.
Creara, of course, had finished with what Ash wanted to create.
And it was a functioning nonexistence, but like always it wasn't anything like what could be found outside.
Nonexistence of Pantheos was termed the Underside.
This was all because it was the true underside of everything in Pantheos, and it would also be the place that held Abyssal Dimensions and creatures like Demons and Devils.
The Underside looked deceptively normal at first glance.
It was a vast, quiet land of white grasses that swayed gently under a soft, silver-gray sky. Rolling hills stretched endlessly, dotted with clusters of pale, glowing flowers that never wilted.
Crystal-clear streams meandered through the meadows, sometimes mirroring the deep blue sky, other times offering faint glimpses of what lay beyond.
