The Will of the realm was trying to keep out the void energy, but it couldn't because there was a large hole, almost one-third of the size of the realm, on its barrier. But it couldn't close the hole because there was a black statue standing within it with his four arms folded, looking down sternly like a disappointed god.
Ghastorix stood in that hole like a god. He wasn't pushing the barrier or trying to rip it apart, but it couldn't heal anymore because it couldn't dislodge him. There was no more destruction or fireworks, but the damage had been done. Ghastorix was like a heavy rock that the realm had swallowed. That analogy made Guntu gulp.
Then he heard his ancestor's voice say, "Get in."
Guntu joined the other Origin gods that were waiting to rush into the realm. They rushed into the hole and passed by the body of their ancestor. They were like flies compared to him. They were truly tiny.
Guntu thought to himself, "I am truly weak."
