The vast, desolate space was silent and still. Gorgeous bands of light spread out in layer upon layer like curtains in the distance, resembling a brilliant cosmic starry sky. There was no direction or gravity, and even the laws themselves were in an exceedingly strange state.
Soul Lock drifted through the boundless void.
Yet he had already grown accustomed to life here. His initial impatience had turned into a heart as still as water, and even he found the magnitude of that change somewhat unbelievable.
Perhaps it was because Lord of the End's voice was no longer in his mind?
Soul Lock did not know the answer, but the Magic Phone had certainly played a tremendous role in the process. Perhaps, in a sense, he could still be considered an Origin Mall customer.
After keeping busy for so long, he had written down quite a bit of his own experiences.
He had even recalled many memories he had believed long forgotten. He revised what he had written again and again, and after spending so much time on it, he was finally barely satisfied.
Right, since he was going to publish it on the Magic Phone, he still needed a title.
After pondering for a long time, a fairly good name finally surfaced in his mind—"The End Archbishop's Diary."
Soul Lock had seen countless Endless Divine Court members forget themselves. The whispers in their minds would gradually devour their memories, and once they were completely captured by those whispers, they would become part of Lord of the End.
Soul Lock hoped to prove that he had once existed in this world through the form of a "diary."
His golden vertical pupils, like those of a crawling creature, silently watched the Magic Phone's screen. Even he felt an inexplicable trace of nervousness