Ace stood at the edge of the vast world-vault, utterly unaware of the storm unraveling outside.
The collapse of the Undead Boundary, the rising panic of the Corpse Clan, the subtle schemes of Evernight Demon King, none of it reached him here, as inside this sealed, independent world, everything remained eerily still, untouched.
Ace's focus never wavered as his gaze swept across the Central Repository once more, sharp and calculating. The boundless crystalline expanse, the perfect symmetry of the eighty-one terminals, the floating honeycomb structure at the center…
Nothing had changed, not even after he had taken the core formation, which alone confirmed it.
'This place… really can stay independent despite the missing core formation with its own power source,' Ace thought with his eyes narrowing slightly beneath the hood.
