The azure flames gradually dispersed. Light and darkness twisted around Green across a range of hundreds of thousands of meters, making him an discordant splash of color in this silvery-white moonlit world.
"Urgh..."
Green vomited a great deal of mud from the Fool Motian Realm.
On the other side, Little Eight was having the time of its life playing with those golden stars, chasing and frolicking through the sky.
These golden stars were likewise formed from strands of rule light, without any fixed shape. Green and Little Eight were receiving the Eternal Moon's warm hospitality.
"Your World Cluster is engaged in all-out war, and several nearby World Clusters are not at peace either. Father has already ordered us to cut off extraterritorial contact with those World Clusters in a state of war. My apologies."
The Eternal Moon had already become a Level Seven Endless Ruler!
The silvery-white radiance of the bright moon shone across this boundless Great World. The endless golden stars filling sky and earth were children of rules it had evolved, enjoying peace within this Great World.
On the ground, there was no shortage of intelligent life that had formed societies. Amid bleak war drums and blaring horns, they were waging war—a race of silver werewolves with transformation abilities against a group of bat-like humanoids.
Though chaotic, every being in this world held infinite reverence for the Eternal Moon high above!
"Caw caw caw, Eternal Moon, why did you divide the world into so many parts?"
Little Eight seemed tired from playing and flew back with the little stars that had taken the form of golden parrots.
As he recovered, Green also looked down upon everything in this world from the perspective of a Ruler, especially a war taking place atop a silver ancient castle on a twisted