It was like a farewell for him.
The moment the pitch-black coffin lid slid open, he saw the mangled corpse inside Lynn's Coffin, with chaotic fluctuations of disorder flowing through it.
The instant it appeared, the entire structure of the surrounding space suffered massive interference. All the energy flowing through the area was annihilated and dispersed on the spot, like a raging fire meeting a flood.
His expression changed drastically.
At that moment, he finally understood.
The ambush that had blasted open the bottom of the world had never been meant to launch an immediate, full-scale invasion against them. Its purpose was to decapitate him in a lightning strike!
"No!"
Boom-
At the very core of the world, countless fissures split open across the corpse. Blinding rays of light instantly erupted from its cracks, and everything within sight crumbled beneath that chaotic power. Agonized screams resounded across the entire sky.
As for Lynn, the instant he dropped the fourth Jailer bomb, Sir Awen had already pulled him into a higher dimension again and Warped back with him.
Rumble-
Within the psionic model of the world.
The explosion of disorder spread from the very center of the strata, sending out ring after ring of patterns that signified destruction and disintegration.
On the reverse side of space.
This was silent destruction.
From the beginning of the ambush to this precision strike, less than five minutes had elapsed in total.
The instant the corpse of disorder exploded also marked the complete destruction of the central hub supporting this immense Crimson World. The effects of the explosion soon became visible: the barrier enveloping the entire world dimmed little by little, while immense spatial fluctuations crackled across its outermost surface like chaotic electrical currents.
This world could no longer keep gliding along the reverse side