The Source Realm was slowly being devoured.
The Goblin World's vast web of laws descended from the sky, grayish-white chains burrowing into the Source Realm's soil and oceans like tree roots.
Every chain drew out fragments of the Source Realm's laws, digesting, breaking down, reorganizing, and integrating them into the Goblin World's system.
The edges of the Source Realm began to turn transparent. The boundaries of forests blurred, the borders of rivers blurred, and even the contours of hills became indistinct.
The creatures in those regions began migrating inward. Flocks of birds flew out of transparent forests, while herds of beasts ran across transparent grasslands.
They did not know why they were leaving; they simply instinctively felt that those places were no longer safe.
The projection in the sky drew closer and closer.
The Goblin World's reflection changed from a faint outline into a clear image.
The people of the Goblin World could see the Source Realm's mountains and rivers, while the people of the Source Realm could also see the Goblin World's cities and fields.
Only a thin layer of gray mist separated them, ready to be pierced at any moment.
This time, the extraordinary beings of the Source Realm could no longer sit still. They wanted to test the projection in the sky.
Within the Source Realm, a human knight in golden armor stood atop a border wall, looking up at the projection.
He raised the spear in his hand, and a mass of golden light gathered at its tip.
With all his strength, he hurled the spear into the sky. Its tip pierced the projection.
Then... it passed through...
The spear flew onward through the projection and vanished into the gray mist.
The knight waited a long time, but never heard the spear hit the ground.
It