The blinding white light gradually softened, and Naily opened her eyes.
In her vision, only that terrifying device stood quietly, its interconnected gears turning and linking with each other. She raised her head; uncolored threads stretched like a spider web, with a glass-like radiance flowing at their intersections. She felt watched by some massive predator. She was like prey in the center of a dense net, mesmerized by the exquisite trap, feeling a sense of reverence while instinctively feeling disgust towards the overly precise structure.
The thread directly in front, illuminated by light points, trembled slightly.
A spark ignited from the unseen end of this thread, with a burst of starfire sweeping past in an instant, leaving a trail in her eyes like a meteor’s trajectory, yet so bright it was terrifying. The burned thread no longer glowed but instead oozed a blood-like red, blending with the background.
At this moment, Naily realized the background color behind the transparent threads was actually countless discarded crimson threads. She stood in the center of the void, enclosed by constantly moving gears, with a cocoon of threads gathered overhead.
She was within the device of the monster.
“Welcome to the world’s core,” came a cold and familiar voice.
Naily paused before recognizing it as High Priest Lukes. Turning around, she found the four device creators had somehow positioned themselves a few steps behind her. They looked haggard, their expressions subtly different but all indicating the fate of that world.
They had once again witnessed the world’s destruction, traversing time once more.
She looked at the four people’s shocked expressions and revealed a relieved smile. She apologized to Piping in her heart, but the probability of the plan succeeding was too slim; on this world’s journey, she was already too tired, and Kalsas was the last straw supporting her hope.
Everything was over. The sad cycle would no longer continue, but the destiny of prosperity and decline would become reality. Even the most powerful kingdoms would perish, the bravest warriors would age, the wisest monarchs would become foolish, and the treasuries built with blood and sweat would become the dwelling of dragons and undead. No dynasty would be remembered forever. Only a forgotten fate awaited them. At the end of time, everything would end.
