The Space Gate closed behind them, completely cutting off the Command Center's bright light.
Beneath their feet lay a wasteland steeped in deathly silence.
Broken corridor pillars, toppled statues of gods, and weathered bones formed the bulk of this Divine Kingdom.
The air was thick with the stale smell of dust, like an ancient tomb forgotten for billions of years.
There was no sky, only a gray, hazy dome. Countless tiny points of light drifted within it—fragments of broken, meaningless memories.
"Tch, this place is poor as hell." Dawn looked around and curled his lip. "I bet even a rat would leave here with tears in its eyes."
"Be careful." Mirror quietly warned him, a faint glow from a Space Array already appearing in her palm. "Season Star analyzed this place. Its laws are strange."
Before she had finished speaking, a figure slowly took shape at the end of the ruins, atop a throne built from countless bones and shattered stone tablets.
It was a god made of gray dust and cobwebs. Its body was hunched, its features indistinct, and there was no trace of a powerful aura about it—only the corruption of something nearing its end.
The God of Forgetting.
He did not even glance at them. Instead, he stared into the hollow of his palm at a wisp of remnant soul that was about to dissipate, murmuring in a dreamlike voice.
"Another one... forgotten..."
"Hey! You trash picker!" Dawn was growing impatient. The Mekong Jaw Blade flipped in his hand, its blood-red light cutting through the gloom. "Our boss sent us to collect your Godhead. Are you handing it over yourself, or do we beat you senseless and take it?"
The God of Forgetting finally reacted. His indistinct head slowly lifted, turning toward Dawn, whose voice had been