It was over.
Her ears seemed unable to hear anything anymore.
Her eyes seemed unable to see anything anymore.
The so-called five senses, the so-called sensory organs... all seemed to have become useless.
She was clearly still here.
Yet it was as if she had been plunged into an immeasurable void, with nothing but noise and chaos all around her.
It was as if even her very soul had returned to its original starting point.
Match-3 swallowed everything.
"..." Inside Fraxinus, an eerie silence descended.
It was a deathly silence. But fortunately... they were not dead.
They had watched with their own eyes as the other continents and landmasses fell completely silent beneath the disasters brought by the painting maidens.
They had personally experienced the sensation of the entire Far East turning into a forbidden wasteland under the effects of the Origin and the End.
Only they were still alive.
And only they... had been spared.
They had still been spared.
That truly was not a good thing.
Watching bit by bit, feeling it bit by bit.
It was like staring helplessly at a knife slowly piercing one's own eye. How could that terror and horror possibly be described?
Dead... was enough.
Once dead, you knew nothing anymore.
The difficult part, of course, was being among the living!
They had long since lost the innocence they once possessed.
Was Griseo a spirit?
Of course not...
How could she possibly be a spirit?!
What spirit could accomplish something like this?
Huh?
You say~
Even if one took ten thousand steps back and said—
Fine!
Even if she was a spirit...
That no longer mattered.
She was the destroyer of worlds.
She was more powerful than any spirit.
And she was more heartless than any spirit.
She could give a soft laugh,