A deathly silence shrouded most of the area. Only the occasional faint groan or collapse from somewhere unknown reminded them that a disaster involving Aeons had just occurred here.
"Hey, hey, hey... anyone still alive?"
The masked man casually kicked aside a charred piece of timber at his feet. His voice echoed through the empty ruins, unusually clear and even somewhat piercing.
Splat—
Not far away, a muffled sound suddenly came from a mass of Memoria that writhed slowly like gray sludge.
Immediately afterward, a trembling hand coated in viscous gray matter shot out from the mass of Memoria, its five fingers gripping a relatively solid patch of ground at the edge.
Then, seeming to exhaust every ounce of strength, the owner of that hand slowly and painfully pulled his body out of the sludge, inch by inch.
"Holy shit..."
Yan Huan slumped onto the cold ruins, staring blankly at the utterly unrecognizable scene around him.
This was no longer a dream. It was the cruel reality of the universe.
As far as the eye could see were twisted, shattered metal frameworks, fragmented crystallized building materials, and tiny particles drifting slowly through space like cosmic dust.
The enormous Daydream Hotel no longer retained even a trace of its former grandeur. All that remained was a silent wasteland of metal and rock stretching to the edge of sight.
Dan Heng, March 7th, Welt, and people from other factions floated soundlessly through the orbital space ruins like dolls that had lost gravity.
Their eyes were shut, and it was impossible to tell whether they were alive or dead.
In the distance, where a prosperous star system should have been, there were only scattered, dim fragments of celestial bodies with chaotic orbits.
The entire Asdana Galaxy had become a post-apocalyptic landscape.
"Stop looking,