Now, everything was quiet.
Whether it was the voices from his mind, the surroundings perceived through the various "nodes," Nina's soft reminders, or Vana and Morris's calm reports, all of it had vanished from this world as the stars closed in—the world itself had likewise returned to nothingness.
This small sanctuary built by the Ancient Kings had finally perished soundlessly among the stars of the New World after operating for ten thousand years.
Now, within this primordial, chaotic sea of information formed from the piled remnants of countless worlds, only the last ship still sailed on its final voyage.
The Lost Homeland sailed along the reverse side of World's Creation. Beneath its "hull" lay the "rift" that had once stretched across the entire Boundless Sea for ten thousand years. No one had ever imagined that the reverse side of this "rift" was a completely different sight from its front—
Zhou Ming stood beside the Lost Homeland's wheel. Now that the world had been destroyed, he no longer needed to worry that his observation would destroy the Boundless Sea, so he opened his eyes. Looking down through the gaps in the deck and hull, which were nearly burned away, he saw the black rift stretching almost infinitely into the distance. It emitted no light at all; it even seemed to actively absorb all light, presenting an ultimate blackness that could make one feel as if they were falling endlessly. Though its depths could not be seen clearly, they faintly gave the impression of caving inward, as though... there were a vast space within it.
And the Black Sun hung high above that pitch-black rift. In the depths of the vast, boundless chaos and darkness, that magnificent solar disc still brightened and dimmed in a steady pattern, releasing a powerful and clear