At this moment, deep beneath the elemental crust, far from the balanced harmony of the surface world and unaware of the arrival of terrifying beings, Night Guardian King Nell moved with unhurried steps.
There was no urgency, tension, or fear in his expression anymore; only cold calculation and quiet satisfaction, as he saw it, his escape had been flawless and untraceable.
After all, he had severed causality, erased spatial continuity, shifted coordinates across moving vectors, and finally anchored himself within a location that could not be reached without permission.
If this wasn't safety, then nothing in the universe was, at least that's what Nell believed right now.
At that moment, inside the hidden base, Nell raised his hand calmly, and a small, dark runic key appeared between his fingers, its surface engraved with impossibly fine inscriptions that shifted subtly like living code.
