The silence that followed LingBao's departure was heavier than the roar of the previous explosions. He remained kneeling at the center of the crater of blackened glass, his body wracked by sporadic tremors. The blood staining his jade face began to evaporate under the effect of a heat that was no longer that of the lava, but that of the disintegration of reality itself. The Sword Demoness had purified the parasites, but the titanic battle and the use of transcendental techniques had broken the precarious balance of this pocket dimension.
Around him, the purple sky tore into large strips of absolute darkness, revealing the spatial void that rushed in through the fissures. The basalt pillars turned to fine dust even before touching the ground. However, BaiShe showed no sign of panic. His hands, though trembling, joined in a mudra of deep meditation. His Omega Heart beat with a dull violence, desperately pumping Khao to maintain the integrity of his frayed meridians.
