From this, Naimus made a judgment.
"Under normal circumstances, this possibility cannot be left behind. If it can be left, it must involve something related to Source Essence." Naimus had more information than the others.
That was, the Land of Ends should have been recorded within the mire—the place of beginnings and endings.
Within that mire lay the return of countless things. Everything they were faded away, returning them to their most primordial state—Source Essence.
"There are two possibilities. First, we too undergo return, completely transforming ourselves into Source Essence."
"But at the moment we are finally swallowed, we create differentiation and break free from Source Essence's influence."
"Second, we reverse this return."
"We take the exact opposite course and escape the fate of returning to Source Essence."
"Personally, I am more inclined toward the second option."
After Naimus provided that information, the people in the settlement immediately reached the corresponding conclusions.
The speaker was a Saint descended from some god.
As for which god he had once been, he did not say, and no one else would speak carelessly of it.
Everyone who had survived here had possessed no simple identity in the past.
Because those of humble standing had all turned to ash the instant the shockwave arrived.
Even the soil beneath their feet outside contained an unknown number of remains.
Those who had remained either occupied special positions—for example, the Four Gift Boxes, who had been inside a special gift box.
Or they had been peak Golden Breeds when the disaster arrived.
Or they had held lofty positions and possessed various Saint-level powers protecting them at the instant disaster struck.
Thus, the more than ten thousand survivors possessed the most refined portion of knowledge in essence.
All manner of advanced knowledge was never lacking here. What they