The Tower of Myths repaired itself behind them.
Not slowly.
Instantly.
Collapsed floors rewound back into existence while shattered dimensional layers stitched themselves together like reality correcting an error. Time reversed. Space folded inward. Destroyed guardians reformed from scattered particles.
The tower could not remain broken.
It had been designed that way by beings older than gods themselves.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Because Satre, Amelia, Yura, and Gramia had already crossed beyond its authority.
Beyond dimensions.
Beyond layered realities.
Beyond meaning itself.
They had entered the World of Void.
And the Void was alive.
There was no sky.
No ground.
No direction.
Only endless blackness filled with drifting concepts impossible for mortal minds to fully comprehend. Entire laws floated through the darkness like living organisms. Broken systems wandered aimlessly beside systemless entities born from pure contradiction. Conceptual beings stretched infinitely through the abyss while logicless horrors moved in ways that violated causality itself.
This was not a realm.
It was where realms stopped functioning.
Even spacetime struggled to exist here.
The moment the four women entered the Void—
something ancient stirred.
Far beyond visible reality, deep beneath collapsing layers of conceptual darkness, a massive pair of glowing eyes slowly opened.
Kyoko.
The ancient dragon had felt Satre's presence the instant she entered the Void.
Not through magic.
Not through aura.
Recognition.
A connection tied directly to Shiro himself.
The dragon moved through the Void like a celestial storm, tearing silently through warped dimensions while lesser void entities fled instinctively from her presence. Entire fragments of collapsed realities bent around her colossal body as she descended toward them.
Then she appeared from the darkness.
Massive wings spread wide enough to eclipse drifting dimensional storms while dark-purple scales shimmered like galaxies wrapped in destruction itself.
Even the Void reacted carefully around her.
Amelia blinked once.
"…Well that answers our transportation problem."
For the first time since entering the abyss—
Satre looked relieved.
Kyoko lowered herself silently before them, ancient eyes lingering briefly on Satre before shifting toward the endless depths ahead.
"Shiro is alive," the dragon rumbled softly. "But his presence feels… wrong."
That alone chilled the atmosphere.
Without hesitation, the four climbed onto Kyoko's back before the ancient dragon launched forward into the abyss.
And the deeper they traveled—
the more oppressive the atmosphere became.
Even Amelia stopped joking eventually.
"…This place is disgusting."
Her voice echoed strangely.
As if reality itself didn't understand sound correctly here.
Blood orbited lazily around her body while black flames flickered endlessly beneath her skin. The Void continuously tried eroding her existence itself.
The Daywalker bloodline simply consumed the corruption instead.
Yura remained calm beside her, silver-blue hair drifting through the abyss like frozen moonlight. Her ice magic stabilized the surrounding dimensional pressure instinctively now, freezing fragments of collapsing space before they could touch the group.
Gramia looked the most disturbed.
Not afraid.
Disturbed.
Because the deeper they descended—
the more she understood how small normal existence truly was.
"This place predates structure," she whispered quietly.
Her silver eyes scanned the drifting entities surrounding them.
Some resembled enormous gods.
Others resembled living equations.
Others had no shape whatsoever.
One massive creature drifted past them slowly, its body composed entirely of shifting geometric paradoxes while billions of glowing eyes opened and closed across its infinite surface.
It never acknowledged them.
Thankfully.
Even Gramia wasn't sure they could survive attracting the attention of something like that.
Meanwhile—
Satre remained focused only on one thing.
Shiro.
Her future sight had become nearly unusable inside the Void. Timelines collapsed endlessly here before futures could stabilize properly.
But every fragmented glimpse she managed to see still showed him suffering.
Raiku's chains.
Raiku's arenas.
Raiku's conditioning.
And Shiro enduring all of it while growing stronger each time.
The Void reacted strangely whenever she saw him.
Almost curiously.
As if the realm itself recognized his existence.
Kyoko suddenly slowed beneath them.
A low growl rumbled from the dragon's throat.
"They've started noticing us."
Immediately—
the atmosphere changed.
The drifting void entities surrounding them began slowing.
Watching.
Not hostile.
Not friendly.
Interested.
One massive humanoid figure floated upside down nearby, its body wrapped in endless chains made from shattered laws. Another resembled a cathedral built from flesh and stars, whispering languages older than time itself.
Then—
everything became still.
A colossal eye opened in the darkness ahead.
No body.
No face.
Only the eye.
It stared directly at Satre.
The pressure nearly shattered nearby reality fragments instantly.
Amelia's blood ignited violently around her.
Yura's ice spread defensively.
Gramia bent space instinctively around the group.
But Satre simply stared back calmly.
Golden magic flowed gently around her body while Gurtër hummed beside her.
The eye observed her silently for several seconds.
Then shifted slightly.
Toward the sword.
Reality distorted.
The Void entity understood immediately what Gurtër was.
Something capable of cutting even conceptual existence.
Something dangerous even here.
Then—
slowly—
the eye closed again.
The pressure vanished instantly afterward.
Nobody spoke for several moments.
Finally Amelia exhaled sharply.
"…I officially hate this place."
Even Yura looked unsettled now.
Gramia rubbed her temple slowly.
"That thing could've erased us."
"No," Satre said quietly.
The others looked toward her.
"It was deciding if we were worth erasing."
Silence followed that answer.
Then—
Satre suddenly froze.
Her future sight activated violently.
Fragments exploded across her vision endlessly.
Darkness.
Chains.
Blood.
Shiro kneeling.
Raiku standing behind him calmly.
Then—
a voice.
Soft.
Distant.
Calling her name.
Satre's eyes widened instantly.
"…He found us."
The Void trembled.
Far ahead—
a massive vortex of spiraling darkness began forming between collapsing realities. The abyss twisted unnaturally around it while conceptual entities slowly moved away from the growing disturbance.
Even the Void itself seemed cautious now.
Kyoko's eyes narrowed immediately.
"That's him."
Satre stepped forward slowly.
For the first time since entering the Void—
she smiled.
Small.
Fragile.
But real.
Because she could finally feel him now.
Shiro's presence pulsed through the vortex like a heartbeat.
Broken.
Distorted.
But alive.
Amelia spun Duskpiercer once across her shoulder while black flames erupted around her excitedly.
"Finally."
Yura's cold expression softened slightly.
Gramia adjusted her stance carefully, silver energy spiraling around her fingers.
The vortex expanded violently.
Then—
space split open.
Shiro emerged from the darkness.
Not whole.
Not stable.
But standing.
His body was covered in scars and black chains wrapped loosely around parts of his arms and throat like remnants of something trying to claim him. Dark destructive energy leaked constantly from beneath his skin while his eyes carried a coldness none of them had seen before.
Behind him—
reality screamed.
Because Raiku's influence still clung to him.
But despite everything—
the moment Shiro saw them—
something inside him cracked.
Especially when his eyes landed on Satre.
The Void itself fell silent around them.
Watching.
Waiting.
Because something ancient had just reunited inside the abyss.
And even the conceptual horrors drifting through the World of Void had begun paying attention now.