Sorrow.
Anger.
Unease.
Pain.
Regret.
Joy.
Such emotions no longer existed within the void.
Only when one truly faced the void's leader, the Twilight Lord—or rather, the Void Emperor—could one understand what that meant.
Battle was on the verge of breaking out, but its form was far beyond anyone's expectations.
Lioz stood in the hospital corridor with a long blade in hand. He could not find where his enemy was. The surroundings were neither illusion nor substance, impossible to define with any words.
All he could do was watch events unfold. People came and went through the hospital. The void's hospitals looked no different from those of other Star Abysses. There were doctors and nurses, indiscriminate medical disputes, pharmaceutical agents, and pediatricians worked to death.
"Many years ago, Ira Dasko was born into the most ordinary family in Zhouyuan. Her father was a worker in a commune production brigade, and her mother worked at a trade station. Ordinary, average, without any special talent. She had neither a strange, winding life story nor a miserably tragic past."
The Twilight Lord's voice sounded beside him.
Lioz spun his blade and instinctively prepared to strike, but his reason seized control in time, steadily halting the descending sword—beneath its edge stood a small white-haired girl. She was neither pretty nor cute, and her eyes were somewhat clouded.
"The girl lived like ninety-nine percent of Zhouyuan's citizens—she grew up in a commune, received an education, earned average grades, possessed ordinary talent, and after graduation followed organizational arrangements to serve under an appointed Grand Duke as a clerk at the Chanting House. Afterward, she fell in love, married, had children, continued laboring and producing, and when necessary took up a blade to go to war, fighting for the land the void rightfully deserved."
Without warning, the