Lin landed on this ruined planet. It was barren, deathly silent, devoid of life—a world without light. As far as the eye could see, it was submerged in endless night.
He raised his head, yet did not see that pale white moon.
"This is Zero's world."
Lucretius's Spear in Lin's hand spoke. Then it gave off a gentle glow, flew from his hand, landed on the ground, and transformed into a silver-haired girl in a qipao.
Her cold pupils were no longer that eerie rainbow color, but had returned to an inky black. Her silver hair, too, was being dyed black from the ends upward.
A world without a single soul.
This was a completely dead star. It contained no vitality whatsoever. All its "life force" had been exhausted in the original End. Without the End, there would be no more reincarnation. Even if it still possessed the conditions to give rise to intelligent life once more, no intelligent beings had ever been born again.
Its "time" had stopped at that moment.
In this desolate world, Lin and Yan Luo walked side by side. They crossed shattered mountain ranges, stepped through raging rivers, and headed toward where Zero had fallen.
"Let me support you."
The black-haired girl turned her head, her crystalline black eyes gleaming as she held out her hand.
After a moment of silence, Lin, who was finding it increasingly difficult to move, placed his hand in her palm. Yan Luo supported him as they continued onward.
After passing through that pale land without light or sound, they finally arrived before him.
Black hair, slightly longer than Lin's, lay scattered across the ground. His dim eyes retained their final trace of life. The enormous hole torn through his chest no longer bled. Within that shell of flesh, only