They continued upstream.
They prepared to approach the floating landmasses.
But just then...
Lynn stopped abruptly, reaching out through the waves as he said:
"Stop!"
Clown immediately asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
Lynn said nothing. His eyes flickered as he looked toward a certain direction in the pitch-black Chaos Deep Space.
They followed his gaze.
At that very moment...
For some reason, amid the lightless silence, he saw a starry sky, hazy and glimmering with tiny points of light. At a glance, it seemed boundless.
"Stars?"
Self-Binding Angel stared blankly.
"There are stars in Chaos Deep Space?"
Throughout their journey, aside from the stretch of the Nether Sea they occupied, nearly all of Chaos Deep Space had been a vast expanse of darkness.
Yet now, in the direction they were looking, there was an immense nebula.
And they could clearly sense it.
Those points of light were growing brighter and brighter.
As though...
They were steadily approaching this fringe...
In an instant...
Lynn's pupils contracted sharply.
"Those aren't stars! They're an army!"
At that moment...
The expressions of Clown and Self-Binding Angel changed drastically.
Almost simultaneously, sharp, piercing alarms rang out across the landmasses floating along the border of the Main Universe. The sound seemed to travel without any medium, ringing directly in the souls of every being with a will of their own throughout the region.
On the largest Edge World, a massive tower blazed with dazzling light, as though sounding the horn of war.
"Polluters!"
As that "nebula" approached, Clown and Self-Binding Angel felt their hair stand on end.
Those were not stars, nor were they points of light. They were countless distorted beings massing in dense swarms within Chaos Deep Space, like a sea of demons capable of devouring the starry sky.
How could they be here?!
Boom-