Three hundred years later.
On either side of a sharply defined boundary lay two entirely different worlds.
Churning Gray Mist divided the whole world in two.
On the side shrouded in Gray Mist, rolling black ash surged like a man-eating beast, swallowing every ray of light. A heavy sense of oppression poured from within; one glance was enough to tell it was no good place.
On the other side, a lush forest basked in golden sunlight, with birds occasionally chirping among the trees.
At the edge of the Gray Mist, a person clad in silver armor and wearing a strange green mask slowly emerged.
That person in silver armor and a strange green mask was Green.
The silver armor Green wore was no longer as pristine as before.
Its entire surface was covered in all kinds of runes. The Rule Force faintly radiating from them showed that these runes had evolved from Rules.
The runes shimmered faintly, resisting something.
Every so often, a wisp of blackness flickered across Green's face.
The moment the runes flashed, black energy was expelled from Green's body.
As Green emerged from the Gray Mist, the expression on his green mask looked deeply conflicted.
The green mask clung tightly to Green's face. Every so often, he raised a hand to it, looking as though he wanted to take it off, yet didn't.
As Green wrestled with his indecision, black smoke poured from his body. Rings of it swirled around him.
After circling two or three times, the black smoke seemed to settle on its target and plunged straight into Green's hair.
The instant the smoke made contact, Green's head abruptly began to change.
His black hair transformed into countless tendrils, each strand turning into a bizarre, fleshy-red tentacle.
The red tentacles stretched upward, writhing through the