Bzzzt, bzzzt.
Reilo took out his Crystal Ball and tried to contact the senior scholars who had accompanied him on the campaign.
Yet from beginning to end, all he heard through his Crystal Ball was the chaotic interference of powerful magnetic forces. The scholars he tried to reach remained silent.
Though he had no idea what had happened to them, it was easy to judge from the brief but devastating particle-turbulence shock wave just moments ago: even a Level Five life-form caught in a direct hit on the Surface World would likely be lucky to survive, and would be hard-pressed to escape disaster.
It was a force far more terrifying than a direct strike from the Burning Heaven Holy Fire.
And the reality was exactly as Reilo had imagined. The city that had once housed part of the Curvature Spacetime fleet had now vanished completely, as if erased from existence, with not a trace of life remaining.
As far as the eye could see, not even the academic luminaries of the Academic World had left behind a trace.
And that was not all.
Reilo peered into the Shallow Curvature Spacetime. Countless fragments of wreckage were gradually dissolving in its vacuum. They had clearly been caught in the attack just after the Flying Devices had barely managed to flee into the Shallow Curvature Spacetime, leaving them shattered to pieces.
As for what was happening in the deeper layers of Curvature Spacetime, Reilo still had no way of knowing.
After all, although he could briefly leap through Curvature Spacetime by relying on a Level Six life-form's ability to perceive loss of control, he was limited to the relatively shallow layers.
Unlike Reilo, who was more concerned about the state of Curvature Spacetime, the Ice Queen had already flown ten thousand meters into