Hell, Silent Zone, Land of Nothingness.
In the stone chamber, now restored to silence, several shadowy figures quietly looked down at the shattered sarcophagus and the mutilated shell within.
It had lost all moisture, becoming a shriveled, hunched corpse.
Most of it had already crumbled into dust.
Only within the fractured skull, amid that darkness, did a faint glimmer still flicker.
As the doors crashed open, Mathers slowly walked in, leaning on his cane. His steps were somewhat unsteady, and the enormous wound across his chest had yet to be fully repaired.
At the sight of Woodman's remains, he paused for a moment.
"Is he really dead?"
"After Vitaly pulled something like that, even if he didn't die, he'd be crippled, wouldn't he?"
Yeats shrugged. "Even if he can hold on, with the little weight he has left, he shouldn't even think about stirring up trouble anymore... Good thing I ran far enough. If that old man had caught me, I'd probably have ended up keeping Woodman company."
"Should we search for traces of the Mirror of Day and Night?" Mathers asked. "After leaving the Russian Union Lineage, who knows where Russell hid it... It may not be easy to find."
"His backup still exists. Vitaly can't kill him; he can only imprison him."
Among the shadowy figures, a deep voice suddenly rang out. It was the resonance of the Land of Nothingness. "Let him stay quiet for a while. It'll save us the irritation of watching him run around every day and make a nuisance of himself."
"That will be followed by the War of All Realms. I'll find a chance to destroy the Mirror of Day and Night."
Mathers shrugged helplessly.
At this point, there was nothing else they could do.
None of them had expected someone to