"Create an army that can contend against them!" Gong Nefarim added solemnly.
Isabella smiled wryly "... Even if I make an army… what can a bunch of Primordials do against them? …If there was a Transcendent Hell, then it would be different."
"There is much you are still not aware of. While you were chasing Drak'thul, a lot has changed." Gong Nefarim smiled mysteriously.
"Anyway, it's time for us old folks to leave. Hopefully, the next time we meet, there'll be a planet filled with your kids."
"We'll always be watching you."
As Yan Nefarim's voice sounded out, the seven-colored glow surrounding their faces intensified, causing Isabella to shut her eyelids.
A few moments later, once the glow vanished, Isabella opened her eyes only to be met with a now calm Sea of Sin.
Her grandparents and the temporary Guardian of the Sea of Sin were gone.
