As the meteor streaked across the sky, the Web of Fate changed along with it, drawing the attention of numerous Prophets to this unexpected variable.
However, as a Black Hole that completely blocked the Web of Fate, the Speaker on the battlefield remained unaware of all this.
"Why haven't you given up yet, Lord Zasite? Do you still have something to rely on?"
Watching Anvis continue to float quietly within the Sleepy Snow, the Speaker raised an interested eyebrow.
In Anvis's eyes, he saw no Despair—only vigilance, gravity, and a trace of blazing fervor.
That expression puzzled the Speaker somewhat, but Ma'eilimu's will had already reached its final stage of descent.
Within the hazy, brilliant night sky of Starlight Snow, the phantom of a massive Dark Yellow Eye had faintly emerged.
It was tightly shut, yet its size nearly obscured the entire starry sky.
"Lord Fal, the true core nexus connecting 'Him' to this world is actually you, isn't it?"
Looking at the Speaker, whose aura was still continuously rising, Anvis spoke calmly, as though he had not seen the enormous eye in the sky at all.
"As long as you disappear from this world, 'He' will lose His anchor once more."
"You're right. But even if you know that now, what can you do about it?"
Hearing Anvis's words, the Speaker nodded with amusement, making no attempt to deny it.
"I can even give you one more piece of information. If you can completely erase me before He opens His eyes and sees this world, then He truly will lose His bearings.
"But tell me, how long do you think it will be before He opens His eyes?"
Infused with the instinctively radiated power of Ma'eilimu, his strength had already far surpassed the ninth rank, reaching a level that