The instant tens of thousands of Space Bombs detonated simultaneously, a powerful torrent of energy tore apart a spherical region tens of thousands of kilometers in radius. Everything was destroyed. Space collapsed, the world warped, and even the distant starlight vanished in an instant. This was a sealed state formed when space had been distorted to its limit, cutting off inside from outside—even light was no exception.
The golden threads of energy around Sandora, which had originally occupied a considerable stretch of space, had now quietly gone dark.
Because I was still maintaining a void state, the collapse of space had not harmed me. Yet the sudden severing of the Spiritual Connection left me more helpless than any injury could. During that first second, my mind seemed utterly blank; I could not even comprehend what had happened. Then I began searching for Sandora amid the shattered spatial cracks and void erosion holes. But there was nothing. Nothing remained. Nearly ten thousand Space Bombs had detonated at once, their combined power far exceeding even hundreds of concentrated Star River Main Gun volleys. Sandora was not a Void Creature. Her strength had limits. Even as an emperor, she could not possibly withstand an explosion of that magnitude.
She... had been killed?
Once I finally realized that, my first reaction was nearly to lose control. But the last scraps of reason I had desperately steadied my mind. First, I had to break free from the ingrained thinking of an Earthling and establish one thing: Shilin Apostles were not so easily destroyed, especially not an emperor.
Even without ravens here, Sandora's soul and spiritual power could not possibly be destroyed by a bunch of bombs just like that. The first thing I needed to do now was sense where her spiritual power was, then