Whether a miracle had truly descended because of this, even "Edwardz" himself could not say. For what appeared in response to the call was a black shadow with an indistinct face.
"Edwardz" could not tell who it was, much less whether it was truly himself from that vanished stretch of time.
But the blood-colored spikes behind him still thrust out, absorbing that black shadow summoned by the relic into his body as well.
The familiar bloodline became part of himself. That black shadow truly was a member of the Edwards Family, an "Edwardz" with an even purer bloodline than his own. The bizarre, twisted power lifted him from the ruins of the banquet hall and back into the sky. His robe, once stained with blood from the battle, turned black, while all his injuries were healed:
"So that's how it is. In the present of the past, I really did succeed once."
The starry sky vanished, the Moon vanished, the falling snow vanished, and even the Blood Mist vanished. Only the yellow sand filling the heavens remained. A distorted black vortex appeared in the pitch-black night sky, and amid the piercing sound of shattering glass that nearly made all Ring Arcanists below the High-Ring level faint, the space above the island shattered.
Beyond this island on the reverse side of the Material World, the Ring Arcanists in the Green Lake Region of the real world, blanketed in Great Fog, also heard that shattering sound. Then, directly above Green Lake Central Island, the deep darkness was broken like a mirror surface. A massive vortex appeared in the sky, and suction emerged. The drifting White Fog was the first to fly toward that void vortex, followed by the lake water, then the dust and fallen leaves on the ground. The suction was