The Western Sea.
Within the Eightfold Sea.
A black-robed figure sat cross-legged on the seabed.
His gaze pierced the endless seawater, looking toward the distant land.
Though he could not see it clearly, at this moment, he felt the emotions coming from his original body almost simultaneously.
"World Eaters..."
"I'm afraid this is far from over..."
A trace of worry flashed through the black-robed figure's eyes.
He withdrew his gaze, then looked beside him and asked quietly:
"Two Senior Experts, how are things now?"
A ripple suddenly rose beside him, forming a pitch-black opening the size of a bowl's mouth.
A tiny, ink-black, hornless dragon's head poked out of the opening. Its bright red eyes fixed on the black-robed figure as a low voice slowly rang out:
"Still haven't found it. It's too dangerous outside. Little Five doesn't dare go too far."
The black-robed figure's expression grew slightly grave.
"Are those World Eaters still nearby?"
The ink-black, hornless dragon's head shook slightly, a trace of puzzlement flashing through its eyes.
"It's a little strange. Perhaps because there's less and less primal chaos source substance nearby, there are far fewer World Eaters outside this time than last time..."
The black-robed figure pondered briefly, but could think of no reason. Lately, however, he had indeed felt that the feedback from outside the realm seemed to have diminished considerably. He had thought it was because the true membrane eye here was gradually healing, and he was about to separate from the boundary membrane. Thinking about it now, that might not be the case.
After a moment's thought, he said:
"Sorry for the trouble, Senior, but please keep searching. Just remember to be careful. If there's any danger, retreat immediately!"
The ink-black, hornless dragon's head nodded slightly, then swiftly withdrew.
The tiny opening quickly