In the Northern Province, far from Stinnard, Green and Cyrabelle could already sense the dense Death Psychic Energy.
They exchanged a glance. Cyrabelle finally sighed helplessly. "Prepare to withdraw. There's no point anymore."
Green could sense Cyrabelle's special attachment to this Void World. He did not know why, but he suspected it had something to do with her mother.
From now on, though, none of that would matter. Once the end came, the Void World would close. Cyrabelle likely would not be able to return in her lifetime. Even if she did, everything would have changed. Like the Mist World, it would be barren and lifeless.
Green nodded. Before leaving this Void World, however, he intended to take one last prize.
A Void World entering its Terminal Stage was a disaster for everyone else, but for Green, who possessed the Graveyard, it might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
After telling Cyrabelle, Green shot into the sky. He summoned the Dragon Lich, landed atop its enormous silver-gray head, and flew straight toward Stinnard.
Green had no intention of going to Stinnard to take on the World Consciousness Aggregate. He was not strong enough for that. He only wanted to find a suitable place to absorb the vast amount of Death Psychic Energy produced by the apocalyptic calamity.
Across the Void World, Death Psychic Energy was thickest around the giant formed by the World Consciousness Aggregate. It spread outward from there, growing thinner with distance.
To draw in as much Death Psychic Energy as efficiently as possible, Green needed to find the right distance.
Sensing the concentration of Death Psychic Energy, Green rode the Dragon Lich south. With Stinnard still over a hundred kilometers away, a midsize city came into view. The chaos of the apocalypse had already reached it. As Death Psychic