The dark hole, several kilometers in diameter, had formed directly above the base camp. A layer of translucent membrane sealed it shut, yet even so, the Corrupted Ones could still be seen packed together inside.
Below, Su Xiao stood atop a wooden building, watching the Netherworld army brewing in the sky. The Netherworld side was preparing to use the same old trick, intending to crush the Sun Saint's Nest with the same method.
It could be said that the Netherworld faction's move was both simple and impossible to counter. This spatial technique brought the advantage of overwhelming numbers to its extreme, skipping the charge—the stage with the most casualties—and directly pouring the army down from above.
Inside the base camp, World's Child Lakely raised his head and watched the scene. Along the way, he had always acted like an open-minded, cheerful young man.
But at this moment, he stared expressionlessly at the scene above. His eyes held undisguised hatred. This morning, everyone connected to him had died. He had gone from grief to despair, until some string in his mind seemed to snap with a pop. All his grief and despair vanished, replaced by numbness.
The scene before him made Lakely remember his grief again: his parents crying out in despair while pressed against the door, his younger brother paralyzed on the floor, not knowing what to do, and his terrified little sister beside the dining table. Everything had become scattered limbs and flesh within a dozen seconds. His family had not even been given the chance to turn into monsters.
"I... should have died. Why wasn't I at home then? Why is the scene in my memory... outside the door?"
There was a trace of bewilderment in Lakely's eyes. He struggled to recall what had happened, but his memories