"Thump—"
"Thump—"
"Thump—"
"..."
In the silent and chaotic fourth layer of the Spirit Realm, there was no other noise, just the sound of three heartbeats emanating constantly from within the cocoon of light, never ceasing.
They maintained an unborn yet alive state, with their connection to the fourth layer interface growing increasingly tight.
Standing there, Laine gazed at the floating black crystal, feeling the power that could end all things.
Death, but not pure, was caused by the nature of the Chaos World itself. After all, even to this day, no deity had truly died.
The death and rebirth of Cronus had never erased his immortal essence, and Laine couldn't do that either. Hence, the power of Death that grew as a result halted at the pinnacle of great divine power and, unsurprisingly, it had no further potential for growth.
So even though there were some underlying concerns, Laine had no other choice.
