"At the end of the White Sea lies the terminus of all things, while the Phantom Sea marks the journey of everything. They are unable to observe, unable to perceive; what we can see is merely a fraction of the surface."
Lien continued.
He took a boiled egg from his person and tossed it forward.
Plop.
The egg instantly disintegrated into countless black spots in mid-air and disappeared.
"This. Right here. Now, all I have to do is cut the thread that links me, the thread that links to the Blind Spot... This is the thread that allows the Blind Spot to find me anytime, anywhere, making it impossible for me to escape. So... if I cut this thread..."
At this moment, Lien lowered his head to look at his chest.
There, a brown rope, woven like hemp, had somehow appeared.
The rope was deeply embedded in his chest, pulled taut.
"Only here can I clearly see the Thread of Entanglement on me," said Lien.
