Time passed outside as Apollo continued his training in Sword Tomb. The situation became tough as the abyss attack seemed to increase, like they were preparing for the final battle.
The chaos continued, and a decade passed; the war and destruction enveloped the three thousand domains of the Empyrean Sword Realm.
And then—within the deepest reaches of the Abyss—
Eerie, incomprehensible beings gathered together. Their forms twisted reality itself, and their presence alone seemed enough to corrode any lifeform. Cold gazes pierced through layers of void, carrying ancient hatred and unfathomable patience.
At last, one of them spoke. Its voice was low, distorted, and filled with absolute certainty.
"Finally… we have found it."
A dreadful silence followed.
"There is no longer any need for trivial attacks," the being continued, its aura surging ominously. "It is time to bring this to an end—once and for all."
"Yes," immediately all of them agreed, and their aura started to surge.
