Hearing those helpless words, a pained expression appeared on Lilith's face.
Silence spread through the stone hall, adding another trace of fishy saltiness and bitterness to the damp air.
The young man seemed to have rested enough. His other three withered black arms also left the altar.
The cold receded, and scorching black flames spread from the burning arm, swiftly engulfing the young man's entire body.
A stifled groan of pain squeezed from the young man's throat, mostly swallowed by the scorching black flames.
Only a faint, parting instruction reached the ears of the old woman named Lilith.
"If this method fails as well... I've prepared one final safeguard..."
"One final safeguard?" Lilith had no time to grieve over the inevitable outcome. A trace of surprise appeared in her clouded eyes.
"That's right." The young man nodded forcefully, wrenching a smile from the corners of his mouth, twisted by pain.
"Besides the forty-two cycles of reincarnation, I also carved out an entirely new pocket of space within the passage between Eternal Space and the real world..."
"You carved out a space!?" Lilith looked astonished and doubtful.
"Isn't that something only the Primordial Creations can do? Could it be that you've already..."
"It was merely a forced combination of the powers of authorities..." the young man said with a bitter smile.
As obscure Trike characters emerged across the surface of his skin, which was covered in black flames, blackness gradually appeared within his six cataract-clouded eyes.
At first, there was only a tiny speck.
But as time passed, it slowly spread and expanded, like slowly rotating vortices.
Anyone who stared at them for too long would feel as though their soul was leaving their body and being drawn inside.
"The Authority of pain, the Authority of Infinity, the Authority of Space..."