Yet even though the Space-Time around Ian had shattered, his Body still remained completely intact. A faint, almost nonexistent wisp of Spiritual Power radiance was constructing Ian's form, so that when he slightly raised his head, the Forgemaster's Space-Time blade was crushed, and the Fate Weaver's woven web of laws was torn apart.
"You two are extremely dangerous, but you are also the necessary 'restraining force' of this world."
Ian raised his hand, silent and soundless, yet he seized both their throats. Centered on the white‑haired youth, a ring of silver brilliance began to expand at high speed. The power of the Pioneer Platform, like a silver sun, flooded the entire Firmament outside Terra Star, constructing incomparably complex geometric structures: "So the place of your seal is the most special of all—that is 'Terra.'"
"As for the others, I have different arrangements."
