Imagine it: if the space in one place kept collapsing, while the surroundings remained a magicless vacuum, and at its center sat an object of disorder releasing terrifying attraction and pulling force—what a dreadful sight that would be.
No life or matter could exist around it.
Moreover, nearly all containment methods commonly used by Mystic Hunters would fail.
If this truly was the complete form of the object of disorder, then it was far too terrifying. Containment would be nothing more than a wild dream, unless a miracle descended. This miracle was that miracle, and also that other miracle.
But miracles did not come often.
Therefore, if the final form of the object of disorder was truly so terrifying, the only solution was to find a way to exile it to some remote domain... at the very least, it could not be left in the Southern Region.
Otherwise, the Southern Region might be fine in the short term, but its continued presence could very well cause the entire Southern Region to collapse in the long run.
The terror of an object of disorder was plain to see.
The Inspector and Boluoye had both foreseen such a dreadful outcome, but they reacted differently. The Inspector remained silent, his gaze occasionally sliding toward Angel, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
After spinning in place several times, Boluoye flew before the Inspector. "At a time like this, you still don't intend to lift the spatial restrictions?"
When the Inspector said nothing, Boluoye pointed at the distant Mystic Fruit, forcibly raising its voice as it spoke in a shrill child's voice. "You, an Inspector of the Order Guild, know better than I do what will happen if it keeps developing. Are you sure you want to keep watching from here? Or are we just going