This place could be described as the physical manifestation of a dying world consciousness.
It was essentially a part of the world's corpse, continually dissolving and integrating into the world's rules.
The oracles, wielding the residual powers of gods and devils, were eroding the world, becoming its primary agents of destruction.
What they didn't realize was…
This place was equally significant.
If these lotus flowers were allowed to fully dissolve…
Even without the corruption of foreign powers, the world's demise would be inevitable.
Of course, the powers of gods and devils posed a far more immediate threat, their devastation plainly visible.
But the slow decay here couldn't be ignored either.
"This world… is truly tragic," Daniel murmured, a rare moment of sentiment escaping him.
Without him, this world—with its mounting internal and external crises—would have long been doomed to destruction.
