On the Mystic Eyes Train, the Chaldea group left the Atlantic Lostbelt.
Kiara solemnly promised that she would finish up the remaining work, so Yuan Shikai left her to it.
This trip to the Atlantic Lostbelt had more or less been Kiara Sessyoin solo-clearing it, crushing the Age of Gods with a perfect record.
However, Yuan Shikai had not come away empty-handed either. At the very least, Yustica's Third Magic had been further perfected.
Perfect Third Magic was not absolute good, just as there were no absolutely kind people in the world.
Yustica's Third Magic had actually already reached a saturated state. The reason she had not completely become the Third Magician was because she lacked a portion of evil.
Like light and darkness, yang and yin, righteousness and evil, good and evil, neither side could negate the other.
Only by maintaining one's true heart even amid flaws could the completion of the Third Magic reach 100%.
When that time came, Yustica would become the true Third Magician.
Elsewhere, in the Atlantic Lostbelt, Kiara looked down at the sea from above, staring unblinkingly as if there were something beneath the water.
Kiara: "Still not planning to come out? This Lostbelt is about to disappear. By then, you won't have the slightest chance left."
The calm sea suddenly churned, raising towering waves. Then a head surfaced, followed by an aircraft carrier.
If Yuan Shikai had been here, he would have recognized it as the Machine God, Poseidon.
Chaos: "You are too confident. You should not have let those humans leave. In your current state, you cannot possibly defeat me. Are you ready to pay the price for your arrogance?!"
Kiara: "Confidence comes from absolute strength. Letting those humans leave is even more laughable. There was only one person among them; all