Max remained completely silent for several moments after hearing Blob's explanation. The air around him felt suddenly heavier. His mind replayed every detail Blob had shared about the Devouring Spirit—its hunger, its nature, its purpose, and its history of erasing entire worlds without leaving a trace.
If even half of those ancient stories were true, then Acaris was not facing a disaster; it was facing the end. No army, no hero, no divine being could stand against a calamity that devoured the foundation of creation itself.
"Damn… this is bad," Max muttered, his expression growing darker and more serious. His voice carried the weight of a man who had fought gods, demons, and Nulls, yet now stood before something far beyond them.
Blob stayed quiet beside him. His spiritual form flickered slightly as the memories of his bloodline surfaced again. Those fragments had spoken of Devouring Spirits swallowing star systems, reducing living worlds to dust, leaving behind only silence.
