Even the most solid and stable substance began to show signs of disintegration and reformation.
David slightly bent his right arm.
He felt the surge of Creation Divinity.
The palm slowly opened.
Countless tiny illusory particles coalesced from his fingertips.
Scattering like fallen stars.
Yet swiftly gathering into a new entity.
He murmured softly, "Even if reality collapses.
I will use the Power of Creation to establish new order."
At this moment.
A strange, blurred image suddenly burst forth from the core of the Chaos Furnace.
Pushed outward by shockwaves.
Shining like shattered glass fragments yet broken and reassembled.
These images floated in mid-air.
They are fragments of creation memory left by the Observer Civilization.
Wandering like ghosts.
Flickering unsteadily like flickering candles in the flame.
Memory fragments projected ancient scenes through the spatial rift: countless experimental bodies enduring the Purgatory test woven by time and space.
