Just as Green was thinking about how to deal with the crisis before him, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed his mind. The Great Attractor's power affected the entire Mystic Realm, but there was one place that would absolutely remain safe.
In a disaster on this scale, the lives of the Five Great Civilizations would probably gather in large spaces.
As for ordinary adventurers and ordinary Advanced Civilizations, without access to a large space, there was only one place they could take shelter. Though it was easy to enter and hard to leave, it was still better than waiting to die.
He stirred the energy within his avatar. Spatial Power rippled outward, and a spatial rift appeared before Green.
Looking at the fissure, Green stepped through without hesitation.
The instant Green crossed over, the rift in the sky above Illusory Space suddenly widened. The entire world split in two, then was swallowed whole by the Space-Time Storm.
Splash, splash! Splash, splash!
The sound of flowing water came from beside Green. His feet sank slightly into the damp earth, and he took in his surroundings, feeling its softness beneath him.
The River of Time—or perhaps the Spacetime River. Whatever its name, Green had once again arrived at this special region of the Mystic Realm.
Looking at the river, even more turbulent than when he had last visited, Green went to its bank and began walking upstream.
Sure enough, after walking only a short distance, he spotted one group after another ahead. Their Spacetime auras were remarkably similar to his own.
Each group had its own distinct character. Some were beastlike, others humanoid; in short, they were all different, and their auras varied just as widely. At a glance, it was clear they were makeshift groups.
Yet, under the circumstances, none of