An enormous figure took shape and stood in the void, countless streams of black mist billowing behind him like robes.
The shadow fixed his gaze on Katelyle, then made his move.
A stream of black mist descended from the sky and enveloped the great demon king Barov.
Under its power, the great demon king Barov's wounds rapidly healed.
Within just a few breaths, the great demon king Barov had recovered completely.
But soon, layers upon layers of rock crushed the great demon king Barov beneath the earth once more.
"No!"
As he was sealed within the mountain, the great demon king Barov roared in despair and tried to break through the seal.
Unfortunately, everything he did was futile.
Katelyle watched what was happening without intervening.
By this world's standards, the great demon king Barov was powerful.
But in his eyes, Barov was a complete weakling.
The shadow before him, however, made Katelyle wary.
"Leave this place and return to your own world."
The voice resounded across the sky, spreading outward with waves of deathly energy.
At the same time, ripples appeared in the void, and a pillar of light descended from above.
Those words were clearly meant for Katelyle.
But rather than leaving as instructed, Katelyle looked at the shadow and said, "There's a question I've been pondering all this time. With so many small worlds within the Origin World, who created them, and who sealed them away? And where did all those legends buried in history go?"
"All of this has something to do with you, doesn't it, Thanatos, the Death God!"
Hearing Katelyle's words, Talis Dulef's breathing quickened, and she looked at the shadow with growing anticipation.
Was he really Thanatos, the Death God?
The creator who governed the world?
The shadow did not answer Katelyle. Instead, he