In the darkness, Night Lady stood for a long time. Her gaze seemed to span vast distances of time and space, fixed upon the direction where the glorious radiance had gradually faded. Though the vision of the "god advancing toward the stars" had vanished from the depths of the sea, she did not dare relax in the slightest. She knew that until the Anchor Generator had completely finished its injection process, until every "anchor" had reached its designated position and taken root completely, nothing could be considered settled.
So long as the Outworld Wanderer retained even the faintest attachment or longing for eternal authority and Divine Power, the process could be interrupted. Even at its final step, the possibility of failure remained.
Yet from beginning to end, not a single ripple appeared in the deep sea. Night Lady merely stood there in silence, until a voice abruptly sounded beside her ear. "Injection process complete. Data migration complete."
With a crack, a shovel bit into solid earth. Dry, cracked soil and stones buried within it were turned over and flung aside. A small cloaked figure worked vigorously, swinging her iron shovel again and again. Beside her, another cloaked figure with a stooped body leaned on a second shovel and raised his head, gazing out across the misty wasteland.
A hazy, chaotic fog of indistinct darkness blanketed heaven and earth. Within the mist, all that could be seen was an endless wilderness stretching away into the distance. There were no houses or walls upon it, no carts, horses, or travelers. Only grave after grave stood scattered haphazardly across the barren land. None bore headstones, nor was there any marker before them to identify their occupants. Instead, a pitch-black longsword had been thrust into the soil before every grave. At this very