PHEW...
Raylo let out a long breath and sheathed Broken Flow. He sat cross-legged back on the bluestone. After the spatial rift stretching across the sky closed, the depths of the Black Stone Mountain Range did not usher in true peace. Instead, it fell into a more bizarre, deathly stillness.
Over the next few days, this terrifying silence continued to ferment. There was no crushing roar of Thunderbolts, nor the heatwave of Burning Heaven capable of boiling seas. The black sphere where Coal Ball was located acted like an insatiable black hole, silently devouring all surrounding matter. The originally majestic mountain peak had completely disappeared, leaving only a massive semi-circular crater. Its edges were as smooth as a mirror, as if a Divine Spirit had scooped out a piece with a spoon.
