With the disappearance of the black miasma, the crack started to mend at a visible rate.
"I guess the work here is done. Let's go----"
Just as Marshal One was about to leave his face suddenly turned grim and the three Marshals started at the now almost vanished crack in horror.
Something seemed to have used an enormous amount of power to stop it from vanishing and now the crack was starting to increase once again.
A huge amount of black miasma started pouring out from the crack with the intent to sweep towards the world.
"Dammit, One isolate the area!" Old Seven roared as he raised his hand and grabbed a stick.
-Bang-
He tapped the stick within the void and a visible ripple spread throughout the area swallowing everything in its wake.
Just as the ripple reached the crack, the space surrounding it started to twist and converge.
