Apollo remained in the archive for days and tried to read any information related to the legend of the creation of the empyrean sword world or anything related to the Empyrean.
After a week, Apollo finally set down a stone tablet, rubbing his thumb across its cracked surface. "So even the oldest records end there," he murmured. "As if something erased the rest…"
But before he could consider further—
The entire archive trembled.
Not the gentle quiver of a distant battle. Not the weight of a sword master's aura.
But a violent, sickening warp in space.
The shelves rattled. Scrolls fluttered. The chandeliers of floating crystals shivered violently, flickering between stable light and twisting shadow.
Then—
BOOM.
A shockwave of Abyssal energy tore through the outpost's protective formations, shaking the entire building. The sword-qi engravings on the walls flickered wildly, some even cracking.
