And those beings whom the Cocoon of Finality permitted to enter, even if they possessed formidable power, were nowhere near enough to pose a real threat to Moros.
In such an environment, Moros knew full well that he had ample time to prepare, plan, and wait.
As for the potential threat posed by the Cocoon of Finality itself?
By now, the undead wizard had begun to grasp something.
Though he still did not understand the details of the entire incident, he could be certain that the Cocoon of Finality did not seem inclined to attack him.
Because of that, time, once an enemy, had now become his friend.
Granted, vampires were long-lived, not immortal.
Even the strongest vampires of the Ashan World—the Vampire Lords of Demigod Rank—would eventually reach the natural end of their lives.
Yet that end was so distant that it was almost comparable to a planet's lifespan.
For Moros, an undead wizard who had not even reached thirty since his birth, such a span of time was undoubtedly an extravagant luxury.
He possessed all the magic knowledge of the Necropolis faction from the Ashan World, and that gave him immense confidence.
The undead wizard believed that over this long stretch of time, he would surely achieve another breakthrough in his level of life.
Perhaps, if he could ignite the legendary Divine Fire and raise his divine throne, immortality would no longer be an unattainable dream for Moros, but a destiny he was bound to fulfill.
Such a vision of the future naturally gave the undead wizard greater patience and composure.
Thus, after receiving Vill-V's reply, Moros did not urge her again.
He quietly walked to the Ark Ship's porthole and gazed through the cracked reinforced glass at the dark, profound universe outside.
Just then, a set of