As Goodness and Beauty, two of the Supreme Three Heroes, arrived in a skyful of starlight.
The entire Fated Black River, which had already submerged most of the pure-white void, surged all the more violently at that moment.
And that was not all.
As this ancient Black River spread wildly, everything that should have remained firmly within the Ancient Era of the Eleventh Dimension was, at that moment, swept brutally into this world of the Twelfth Dimension along with its rolling waves.
Ruined temples, ancient stars, shattered remnants.
And the lingering echoes of countless beings that had once sunk into the depths of the Eleventh Dimension's ages.
They all bobbed within the black river, slowly scattering in every direction with the rise and fall of its waves.
At that very moment, Truth, the only one of the Supreme Three Heroes whose true body had yet to descend, stood quietly at the edge of that illusory world.
She slowly raised her head, her clear gaze looking toward the two streaks of starlight that cut across the distant sky like brilliant meteors.
They were her two sisters, Goodness and Beauty.
As she watched those two streaks of starlight gradually recede, a faint, dim gleam flashed deep within Truth's eyes.
In all honesty, none of the three sisters had ever anticipated that the situation would progress step by step into such an unmanageable state.
In their original plans and understanding, they had tried again and again to save Compassion as he slid toward the abyss.
Their goal had never been to let him complete the total convergence of all his selves across space-time at this moment and become, in the truest sense, the Judge of the Boundless Court's 100th Seat.
Because they understood better than any other being just how terrifying and impossible