Chaos Galaxy slipped through the void. Before the gray-white chill reached its destination, waves of cold surged forth, as if even time itself could freeze—of course, that was only an illusion.
It was still far from being able to freeze time as a concept. After all, if it had been powerful enough, it would not have been driven into this void in the first place.
It had its kind... as well as its kind's mortal enemies.
The Old Rulers and the Outer Gods.
Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region Afum Zha opened a star gate amid the chaos. Its frigid radiance instantly illuminated the world on the other side... the Minor World.
The Minor World was dim, shrouded beneath a massive shadow... because a true towering tree almost covered half the world.
Countless living beings hung from the enormous plant known as the World Tree, like insect pupae.
Stop—!
The moment it drew near, a cold, indifferent will drove into Afum Zha's consciousness like a nail, brimming with hostility.
"Nyarlathotep... agent of chaos, I'm not here to wage war against you." Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region sent out his own will at the same time.
Upon the terrifying World Tree, a shadow rolled over, gripping a scepter.
It had no discernible form, seeming like nothing more than twisted blackness.
The cold flames flickered lightly a few times. Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region slowly approached the blackness—Nyarlathotep, the agent of chaos. As an Outer God, and one of the strongest among them, Nyarlathotep exerted considerable pressure on Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Region, a ruler.
"Even if it's not war, I have nothing to say to you." The black will spread outward. "Don't bring your troubles into my world."
"That accursed girl..."
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