Inside the Small World, the light was dim and heavy, and the air was filled with the faint remnants of spiritual power.
Erii's gaze was fixed tightly on the eggshell lying silently in the distance, and she unconsciously held her breath.
With a crisp, almost piercing crack, a savage, enormous fissure spread across the eggshell's surface from within.
Immediately afterward, as if it could no longer withstand the immense power inside, the entire eggshell exploded into countless tiny fragments that scattered everywhere.
Staring at the mess of shattered pieces, Little Erii's knuckles turned slightly white from how tightly she gripped her sword hilt.
A flash of panic passed through the depths of her eyes, but what filled them more was an almost resigned calm.
At this point, the outcome had long been decided. Whether she was willing or had ever held any hope no longer mattered; she was powerless to stop anything.
And she could clearly sense the contingency Li Moxun had left behind for her.
If the one who awakened now was not Li Moxun himself, but that terrifying White King, her body would be forcibly pulled into this shell in an instant.
It was an absolute safeguard, one that would ensure she remained beyond the safest boundary.
But Erii did not want that.
She did not want to live forever, trapped forever in that empty, endless loneliness.
Nor did she long to survive.
She had no family in this world, not even a single thought or memory worth clinging to.
Since gaining consciousness, the first person she had ever seen and known was Li Moxun.
So she was willing to die for that boy, willing to wager everything on him, even if the stake was her own life.
Then, as a fair hand as white as jade slowly