Within the grand tapestry of the cosmos, as worlds were born and died in the cosmic blink, weeks and months passed unnoticed, like fleeting moments in the life of the universe.
Pontius continued to move secretly within Divine Soul Holy Land to gather information and people, and over time, he reached the conclusion he desired.
'It's already too late.'
His father and the elders spoke as if they planned to cut ties with the Nox once they fled to the Abyss, but he could see the corruption in their eyes.
The more time passed, the less they acted like their original selves.
It was right to say they'd been controlled long ago, and were slowly corroded until they couldn't even understand the change in their thoughts.
He could no longer hold off.
He established communications with the Judgement Order one month back, and he'd been in semi-frequent contact with them ever since.
Their ways were…incomprehensible to say the least.
