"This is..."
Space collapse, the dark abyss spreads.
The White Bone Forest Sea has suffered devastating damage, those remains that endured countless years without destruction, crumble like tofu dregs.
Watching the scene ahead, light flickers in the Frost Giant Ancient King's pitch-black pupils.
Unsure of what he's thinking.
"Clearly without understanding the Space Law, yet able to reach this level... Dream Realm Law, and the Law Powers of water, fire, wind, thunder..."
"Creating another space, this is akin to Creation Level technique..."
"And that Dream Realm Law..."
As if he remembered something, the figure on the throne's gaze became even more profound.
That was not a pleasant memory.
Power of the dream,
Dream Master...
The Frost Giant Ancient King doesn't speak, Austin doesn't speak either.
The two quietly confront each other, the air becomes exceedingly oppressive.
In the surrounding sky, the collapsing space is getting pulled back together.
