It didn't take long for the trio to reach their destination—though that really depends on one's definition of "long." After twelve straight hours of nonstop teleportation, they finally arrived at the Central Fractured Zone.
Ash had masked their presence as soon as they came within 300 million kilometers.
The reason was simple—he could already sense the presence of the Two Abyssal Lords, and at that moment, they were watching as the two clashed in a fight to the death.
The Womb of Refusal was exactly what her name suggested.
She appeared as a colossal woman—or so it seemed.
All the trio could make out was a white, pregnant silhouette.
Strangely, this wasn't a disguise but her true form. Cracks ran across her skin toward her belly, which was transparent and held a restless sea of souls....
Endless, tormented figures drift in slow, painful currents, their muted cries swallowed by the Abyss's silence, faces pressed against her form as though pleading for freedom.
