Two minutes ago.
Neo's fragmented Existence floated in a vast expanse of a pocket universe.
His thoughts were slow, stretched thin like fading echoes.
Even so, he could faintly feel the presence of his other fragments scattered across different pocket universes.
That shouldn't have been possible.
But his Heavenly Records made it so.
They stayed connected to his fragments, keeping a thin thread of awareness alive even when his body, soul, and Core had been cut apart.
'What… is… happening…?'
The thought came weakly, heavy like stone sinking in water.
But the Heavenly Records were still working perfectly.
Lines of light flickered in his fading mind as they spoke.
[Master, the mark on your back evolved when you spoke to that person.]
[It's now burned into your existence. We don't fully understand it yet, but it seems related to Young Master Beelzebub.]
[Since the moment the mark appeared, Beelzebub's growth has accelerated drastically.]
