"What a... mess."
Lucilia said helplessly.
She had in her possession six Treasures, and the combination of these six Treasures granted her the right to control part of the world's cycle of reincarnation mechanism.
Whether it was the Four Divine or the world itself, or the life longing for reincarnation, all were eagerly urging her to begin work.
She indeed started working, beginning to mend this world, making its order a bit more stable.
There was no choice, when it came to repairing reincarnation, only she could accomplish it now, and after the repairs, the order born from the world could further suppress the Chaos.
But when she arrived here.
She realized just how profound the problem was with the world's reincarnation mechanism.
She was standing in the hall at the center of the Nether River.
In a dark and chilly world.
Everywhere were wandering souls.
The Nether River had dried up, turning from a vast ocean-like river into a small stream.
Crowded with departed souls.
