The Celestial's power had obliterated the Spatiotemporal Anchors of these souls, annihilating their essence completely.
Venus took a deep breath, her expression turning grave.
"So this is the terror of The Celestial?"
Even the proud Spatiotemporal Anchors, thought to be eternal, could be worn down and destroyed by them.
But why had Owen brought her here?
Though this was the once-great Hell, filled with formidable beings, they were long dead, their lingering auras the only remnants.
Owen, seeming to sense her confusion, broke the silence.
"Though Hell was destroyed by The Celestial, I've obtained the Hell Grinder. With it, we can restore Hell."
Venus's eyes widened, lighting up with hope.
