The tunnel formed of pure light finally reached its end.
The scenery around them no longer rushed backward at terrifying speed. Instead, everything froze—utterly still—suspended within a vast, chaotic void.
This was the source of the Time River.
The place where time was born.
Daniel came to a halt.
Behind him, the gods continued forward due to inertia, rushing several steps ahead before they realized that Daniel was no longer moving. One by one, they stopped and turned around, their gazes falling upon Daniel, who stood alone at the origin of time.
"We'll stop here."
Daniel raised his hand and distributed the specially modified Seed of the Planes to every god present.
"Now is the moment for you to leave."
Faer accepted the small seed, its surface faintly glowing with layered divine inscriptions. He looked at Daniel with confusion evident in his eyes.
"Leave? Lord Crossbridge… what do you mean by that?"
