Byron had never seen Thor after he had become a mass of eyes before, and couldn't help worrying.
The Half-Elf beside him carefully touched Byron's hand with one of its feelers. "The most you can do for Thor is hold back the Anchor Point Monster."
Byron nodded expressionlessly. His clenched fist cracked, but he suppressed his worry, understanding that he could no longer help Thor on the front lines.
"I believe in Thor. He'll be fine."
Meanwhile, Gorsa emerged from White Glaze Castle and quickly assessed the state of the Eye of the Abyss and Thor's rate of descent. He couldn't help saying worriedly, "Thor, there isn't much time."
He touched the eye that had suddenly grown on top of his head. His desire to study it grew stronger, but for now, he could only suppress his curiosity and focus on dealing with Douglas.
Thor knew there wasn't much time, either.
At first, under Douglas's provocation, the Eye of the Abyss had frantically tried to devour everything. But as the Eskaper Continent continued to resist being dragged into the Abyss, the Eye of the Abyss would gradually rein in its frenzied Anchor Point and slowly return to calm.
It had no desire to devour other continents in the first place. That would only hasten the disintegration of the already extremely fragile Eye of the Abyss.
"Now that Douglas's true body has appeared, we have to send it into the Eye of the Abyss along with him."
If they couldn't deal with his true body this time, then Douglas—with his power and cold-blooded nature—would become the most terrifying enemy the Wizard World had ever faced.
"It's time."
At that moment, every Wizard watching Thor saw a translucent white Silk Thread appear above the body made of eyes.
The white Silk Thread