"Oh? Understood."
With only that calm reply, Devil Ancestor Nuri fell silent.
After lingering outside the Ancient Prison for a moment, the two lesser devils turned and left.
Inside the Ancient Prison, Devil Ancestor Nuri was engraving grid-like runes with a black demonic needle. He slowly descended from the carved stone pillar wall of the prison. Rather than urgently investigating the Space-Time Gate, he walked deeper into the cell and came before a smooth milky-white stone table. Upon it rested a glass dish containing several strange crystals.
These crystals were the tears left behind by the last King of the Voidwalkers when his race had been exterminated.
Able to drift through the void and survive, to convert the power of the void into material energy, even turning their tears and blood into material energy—yet after death, they became the purest void power. One could not help but marvel at the magnificent wonders of the Endless World.
"The essence of this talent to convert void power into material energy has been inscribed for such long eras, yet it is only two-thirds complete. Now that the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor has lost the war and the One-Eyed World-Cleaving Ancestor is about to launch a dimensional expedition, there is likely no hope left."
The grid-like sorcery runes inscribed with this Ancient Prison as their medium were, astonishingly, the talent of the Voidwalker Race represented by the Void Tears meteorites he had observed.
"Forget it. I'll first see what exactly has happened over there."
Returning the Void Tear pinched between his index and middle fingers to the glass dish, Devil Ancestor Nuri vanished in a flash.
Before the black gate that beat ceaselessly like a heart, a ripple flashed through the air. Vast numbers of strange runes emerged, gradually weaving themselves into Devil Ancestor