Another unknown stretch of time passed.
The surrounding region had become a murky wasteland.
Colors here had become indescribable.
The eyes could no longer make out what this place looked like.
It was as though all knowledge of this place had been erased.
Or rather.
Even if the eyes saw the scenery here.
The mind and consciousness could not reflect its actual state.
The same held true for matter and energy.
At this moment, this place was utterly dead and silent.
An enormous hollow of immeasurable breadth and depth now resembled a colossal vortex swallowing everything, constantly devouring all things around it to fill its own emptiness.
And so, countless amounts of energy and matter were being drawn in from far away without end.
As for the power Komoz had obtained in exchange for part of his own authority, it had already gone far away.
It was not because Orsaga had neutralized it.
Nor was it because that energy had been exhausted.
It was simply that the final trace of controlling intent Komoz had left behind before detonating himself.
The intent that designated its target.
Had been washed away by the incidental disturbances produced as that power surged.
Now completely out of control, it was moving randomly and erratically somewhere far away, no longer specifically targeting Orsaga or deliberately attacking anyone else.
...It merely crushed every path it passed through and every unlucky soul in its way, like the purest of natural disasters.
At present.
At the edge of the enormous hollow.
Where one more step forward meant a sheer drop of unfathomable depth.
Amid indescribable gales.
Komoz, whose form resembled a constantly flowing pool of gray liquid, appeared without a sound.
Although his appearance made it impossible to tell whether he was in a sorry state.
The power within