A dark gold halo enveloped the space.
The only spatial power left, the power that truly belonged to it, which it had driven into a rampage, fell completely still the instant the halo appeared.
It had failed.
Failed beyond any doubt.
"Is this it?"
Alokumdo felt the force dragging it forcibly toward somewhere, and an expression of relief, even a little joy, appeared on its face.
"This is the power of that Space Blasphemy Card of yours. Ah... how fascinating. No wonder, no wonder I lost... truly, not an undeserved defeat at all."
Banishment was underway.
But as Space The Supreme, it took just a little longer to banish than the other False Gods.
Only a little.
Yet enough to say a few words.
"Are you so certain that I will die once I reach the Wasteland?"
After saying this, Alokumdo fell silent for a moment, then shook its head.
"No, is this Blasphemy Card stripping me away?"
It was almost time.
The halo of Banishment carried it into the sky, and a dark gold pillar of light shot into the heavens.
"Any last words?"
Space looked at its own shattering self. All its unwillingness ultimately became a tear that could not fall, and it said heavily:
"Beware of the Void..."
These were the last words the Space False God, Alokumdo, left in this world.
When it opened its eyes.
What greeted it was a sight it had not seen in who knew how long, yet had yearned for.
"It's been so long... the Wasteland I longed for... to die here in my final moment, perhaps... isn't so bad..."
There was no judgment from the system, nor any further traces.
Its consciousness, power, body, everything was exhausted by [Anchor] and that [Space] gate during the Banishment.
Because it was the