The Void was no longer silent.
Three utterly different divine wills became three panicked streaks of light, tearing through space with reckless abandon as they fled into the unknown.
The Lord of Plague's Divine Kingdom writhed in the Void like a slab of rotting flesh, dripping foul, putrid pus in an attempt to corrupt spacetime and conceal his trail.
The God of Mountains and Gravity compressed his Divine Kingdom to its limit, turning it into a stone core dense enough to crush stars. Each leap left violently trembling space on the verge of shattering behind him.
The last was the Master of Lies and Illusions. His Divine Kingdom shifted endlessly, now a blazing sun illuminating the ages, now an inconspicuous mote of cosmic dust. He lurched between reality and illusion in a futile struggle.
It was fear.
A tremor rising from the depths of their Soul Origins drove these three once-lofty beings to the most wretched, most disgraceful acts of their lives.
The Forest Goddess had been stripped of her power.
The God of Storms had fallen into Perdition.
Those two shots across endless spacetime had struck like resounding slaps, shattering the last scraps of dignity and hope they held as High Gods.
Yet the faster they fled, the heavier that inescapable pressure became, clinging to them like the shadow of fate.
Meanwhile.
A figure quietly appeared in the Void above Magic City.
It was Qin Chuan.
He did not give chase. He simply stood there as a Chaos aura spread slowly around him, like a boundless net of law that had already locked onto the three struggling prey.
He did not even raise his gun again.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the moment that would plunge them into utter despair.
The Lord of Plague was the first to feel