"..."
Pain.
Pain so intense no sound could escape.
Despair, fear...
[Space] curled up in the dust like a bullied child, convulsing all over.
Much of its power had vanished.
The authority belonging to [Space] had also been completely erased in that instant.
Its power was fading.
But none of that mattered. No matter how much power vanished, it did not matter!
But... it had begun to feel unable to sense its own self.
Because its [True Spirit], which fused its soul with its true self as a traveler on the God Sequence Path, had been stationed before the gates of either race or power by the task laid out by that [Void].
As a False God, it had blocked the paths forward for countless races in the Wasteland.
And once its True Spirit was obliterated, that essentially meant the self it had been before becoming [Space] had been killed.
It could no longer remember its own name!
"I... my name... Space?... No! No!! I'm not Space. I, who am I?... Aaaaah!"
Collapse, rage, wailing!
It was hard to imagine a High God displaying such emotions.
Its intense hatred seemed almost tangible.
In the Wasteland, erasing someone's name was simply the greatest punishment and humiliation.
"A... Altos!! Ha, hahaha!"
It suddenly laughed, roaring with laughter.
"Since you want to touch that door, go ahead! Once you are no longer yourself, I will, I will make you regret what you did today!"
"Go on, take what's behind that door! You destroyed my name, and yours won't remain either! We're all the same, all the same!!! Hahahahaha! Human! You will surely die!"
The phantom before the door disappeared.
This was also the first time Ye Qiyan had truly seen what fate awaited a False God after Banishment.
Even if this was