Darkness.
It covered everywhere, even beyond the world.
The Martial Blade God could see all of it as he ascended past the bounds of his own planet and reached the outer expanse that hosted it. His world, as he had come to realize, was one of many. And this reality was also one of many.
His body could feel the resistance of the Nether that he was gripping as they both left the world behind. He ascended higher and higher—as high as he could.
Just as he had done his whole life!
There really wasn't any pinnacle—there never was. The culmination of worlds was so infinite that this power he had would be somewhat insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Yet, he was so happy.
So fulfilled.
'I was selfish until the very end…' The Martial Blade God thought to himself.
A smile formed on his face when he made this realization.
