Silently, the world screeched, thrummed, and quivered.
Between the vast, cold, unforgivingly dead space between the Grand Cyclic Stellar Region's lively but recently reduced population and the Neo-Dawn Starfield's thriving and budding populace, Evergod's incessant mutterings and high-speed movement violently distorted the nearby three layers of space.
"Never again. Never again. Never again." It was clear that Evergod's mental state had suffered tremendously and was on the verge of, if not already, shattering with every additional muttering. However, this was not a sudden event but a gradual process that began long ago, resurfacing due to the silver-eyed trigger named Wei Wuyin, reinforced by the constant shadow of the legendary King of Everlore, and founded by treasured belief in his sense of identity and purpose.
The threat to it, that is.
