Before that Spell rang out, Han Su couldn't have imagined it. This place was so deep it had no bottom, so silent it could swallow sound, so empty it could swallow all existence. Yet suddenly, it had become a boiling, crowded, chaotic place. Countless eyes opened all at once in every spot where he'd thought nothing existed.
Restlessness, madness, pain.
Countless creatures emerged from the dead silence, desperately searching for something, trying to confirm something.
Everything was because of the two words "the Emperor" in that sentence.
From Han Su's perspective, those creatures seemed to have jolted awake from nightmares. One after another, they lifted their heads, searching for the figure that filled them with both fear and longing. But their simple act of looking up was like a giant whale turning over in the abyss, churning up stormy waves. Their chaotic Mental Power tangled together like a colossal tide.
"Not good, it's a tidal surge—"
"Did something startle all those sleeping Shadow Creatures?"
"Are you conducting research or what, asking questions at a time like this? Get out of the abyss, or you're going to die!"
"..."
The pursuing consciousnesses hadn't had time to do anything before they were swept up in the boundless, chaotic aura. Their thoughts became muddled, and they lost all sense of where they were.
But immense fear immediately enveloped them, and they shouted as they scrambled to escape.
"These are—"
Han Su's heart jolted. Even he was somewhat frightened by the sight.
Who had recited that Spell?
He'd originally planned to recite Fishing Horn, but someone had recited another Spell connected to the Emperor.
That Spell had thrown everything into disarray. But somehow—it didn't seem hostile toward him?
He could clearly feel an indescribably vast Mental Power surging all around him, tearing everything apart.