The world fell silent.
Everything else lost its meaning. Every sacrifice, every brutal battle fought until now suddenly seemed insignificant.
As the moment of their collision drew near, the long-awaited battle between the First Writer and the Pale Devastation, nothing else seemed to matter anymore.
It was as though the Aether World no longer contained anyone but the two of them.
Clea quickly reached Oden's location. Hovering high above the ground, she found him at the far end of the Golden Forest, sitting alone in complete silence, doing absolutely nothing.
Hundreds of meters separated them, yet to their eyes, such a distance was meaningless.
It felt as though they were already standing face-to-face, with nothing between them.
'So... this is the Pale Devastation.'
It was the first time Clea had seen him from such a close distance, the ancient monster whose name she had read countless times throughout the records of history.
