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A sweep of darkness.
It felt as if plunged into the cold emptiness of the void, thoughts frozen, surrounded by an icy touch. Only in the depths of the spirit, some extraordinary power radiated warmth, driving away that coldness.
Bizarre visions flashed by in an instant, returning to nothingness, but the sensation of "cold" grew ever stronger. Laine was well aware that this was likely the residual influence of the world.
The power from the Nine Realms had been erased both in the past and the future, so the only force truly affecting this memory was that belonging to Chaos. It instinctively prevented the probing of other lives, but wouldn't actively react in other obvious ways, so while its presence made Laine feel conceptually "cold," it went no further than that.
Thus, the journey continued, and with it, the concept of time blurred. It felt like a day, or perhaps a second, when at a certain moment, Laine seemed to catch a glimpse of a strand of color...
Whoosh——
