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Before long, a line appeared in the darkness. It was an indescribable color and was beating with a slow tempo. It was there. In the universe where all the stars died, the planets were destroyed and everything was frozen. That line alone shone brilliantly.
It connected the vast universe. It penetrated through the emptiness and hopelessness. The past and present were connected by that single line.
At one point in the line, Crockta and the grey god stood. They were facing each other when Beelzebub swallowed them. The line penetrated the grey god, Crockta, Beelzebub, all of them. They were dancing on that line.
He moved his gaze. Another point on the line was Jung Ian on Earth. He was lying like he was dead in a capsule. His sister Yiyu was walking around him. They were still on that one line. A little further away, Han Yeori was leaning on the counter. She hummed with a blank expression. She was staring at the cafe floor as if she was waiting for someone.
Furthermore, he saw the crowds stopped in the streets. Everyone was staring at the screen. On it, Crockta and the grey god were attacking each other. This crowd and the world were on a single line. This universe was still young. Earth had plenty of time. But someday, it would fall. From the beginning Big Bang to the landscape of eternal sinking, everything was on this line.
He returned back here, to Elder Lord. The line beat faster.
Crockta saw everything. Antuak's weary face. Gushantimur's calm expression. Grant, Thompson, Jeremy. Enyanis, Elsanad, Ilya. Eileen, Kapur, Rakuta. Yona and Zelkian. Akantor and Zakiro.
The many people he had met. He saw all of them. Even the gods couldn't escape this line. It was a colorful line that penetrated everything, pulsing with a slow tempo.
He wondered what this line was. In addition, the color. Why was it so radiant? The line went on and on. The vast universe, the dimension of Elder Lord and the dimension of Earth, they were all on this line.
Unknown universes and worlds he didn't know there penetrated by this line. The past and present stayed on this line. It headed towards a new place.
Crockta followed that line. Time and space moved backward. He reached a wall. The line passed over the wall. Crockta couldn't get a glimpse of it. It was a solid wall of unknown identity. He gazed into the hole where the line penetrated the wall.
But he couldn't see anything. He moved his eyes closer and frowned. Then the line beat faster again.
It vibrated in the niche for a while. After a brief moment, Crockta was able to see beyond that small gap.
Now it's on Crockta's God Slayer
Crockta's grasped the handle of his sword. God Slayer. But it wasn't what he knew. The radiant line penetrating the world was wrapped around God Slayer. Every time the world stirred, God Slayer also jumped. The slow tempo of the universe was transmitted to God Slayer in Crockta's hand.
Now, he was standing in front of the grey god again. The moment that Beelzebub swallowed them with his huge mouth. They were the only ones standing there. Crockta felt the line penetrating the world, pushing at his back. It beat at a slow tempo, even at the beginning and end of the universe.
He came back here from the landscape of the universe. Time started to flow again. God Slayer no longer emitted flames, scattering a brilliant light instead. It was a color that didn't exist in the world.
She was right. The end of the world was futile. The ending was an absolute power that converged into an eternal freeze. But at the same time, she didn't know. Even that great void was just a handful of dust under the great laws of the universe.
The existences living in the universe were just specks of dust, but even that universe was a tiny point under a great harmony. That eternal time were held in the bosom of a greater eternity. The vast landscape of the universe was dancing on this line.
That line would make a three-dimensional body and would flow into a new time. It was a repeated rising and sinking of new dimensions.
"Did you see?"
For a brief moment, she witnessed the same scenery as Crockta due to the radiant light from God Slayer.
She realized it. "I..."
Her spirit, worn down by fear, didn't see beyond the sinking. She saw the death that everyone didn't see; however, she didn't, couldn't see beyond the death. It was there.
"But it is too late."
Her face distorted. The spell had already started. A runaway train couldn't be stopped. It was steadily moving to the reversal of entropy.
"Too late."
Tears flowed from her eyes. Why had she never seen it? Had she known a little earlier, she would've realized the truth that nothing in the world was in vain. This world would continue.
Crockta wielded God Slayer. His blade moved slowly. It split apart the divinity of the grey god. He broke apart Beelzebub's greedy mouth wrapped around them. The universe bent along the trajectory of God Slayer. The world bowed. It crossed the white sphere in the sky.
The world became an indescribable color. The brilliant light filled his field of view.
In this marvelous landscape, Crockta stared at the line of the universe. It beat slowly from beginning to end. Forever.
The pulse of the world. In that pulsing line, Crockta found one spot. Then he realized. Why he reached this place.
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Before long, a line appeared in the darkness. It was an indescribable color and was beating with a slow tempo. It was there. In the universe where all the stars died, the planets were destroyed and everything was frozen. That line alone shone brilliantly.
It connected the vast universe. It penetrated through the emptiness and hopelessness. The past and present were connected by that single line.
At one point in the line, Crockta and the grey god stood. They were facing each other when Beelzebub swallowed them. The line penetrated the grey god, Crockta, Beelzebub, all of them. They were dancing on that line.
He moved his gaze. Another point on the line was Jung Ian on Earth. He was lying like he was dead in a capsule. His sister Yiyu was walking around him. They were still on that one line. A little further away, Han Yeori was leaning on the counter. She hummed with a blank expression. She was staring at the cafe floor as if she was waiting for someone.
Furthermore, he saw the crowds stopped in the streets. Everyone was staring at the screen. On it, Crockta and the grey god were attacking each other. This crowd and the world were on a single line. This universe was still young. Earth had plenty of time. But someday, it would fall. From the beginning Big Bang to the landscape of eternal sinking, everything was on this line.
He returned back here, to Elder Lord. The line beat faster.
Crockta saw everything. Antuak's weary face. Gushantimur's calm expression. Grant, Thompson, Jeremy. Enyanis, Elsanad, Ilya. Eileen, Kapur, Rakuta. Yona and Zelkian. Akantor and Zakiro.
The many people he had met. He saw all of them. Even the gods couldn't escape this line. It was a colorful line that penetrated everything, pulsing with a slow tempo.
He wondered what this line was. In addition, the color. Why was it so radiant? The line went on and on. The vast universe, the dimension of Elder Lord and the dimension of Earth, they were all on this line.
Unknown universes and worlds he didn't know there penetrated by this line. The past and present stayed on this line. It headed towards a new place.
Crockta followed that line. Time and space moved backward. He reached a wall. The line passed over the wall. Crockta couldn't get a glimpse of it. It was a solid wall of unknown identity. He gazed into the hole where the line penetrated the wall.
But he couldn't see anything. He moved his eyes closer and frowned. Then the line beat faster again.
It vibrated in the niche for a while. After a brief moment, Crockta was able to see beyond that small gap.
Now it's on Crockta's God Slayer
Crockta's grasped the handle of his sword. God Slayer. But it wasn't what he knew. The radiant line penetrating the world was wrapped around God Slayer. Every time the world stirred, God Slayer also jumped. The slow tempo of the universe was transmitted to God Slayer in Crockta's hand.
Now, he was standing in front of the grey god again. The moment that Beelzebub swallowed them with his huge mouth. They were the only ones standing there. Crockta felt the line penetrating the world, pushing at his back. It beat at a slow tempo, even at the beginning and end of the universe.
He came back here from the landscape of the universe. Time started to flow again. God Slayer no longer emitted flames, scattering a brilliant light instead. It was a color that didn't exist in the world.
She was right. The end of the world was futile. The ending was an absolute power that converged into an eternal freeze. But at the same time, she didn't know. Even that great void was just a handful of dust under the great laws of the universe.
The existences living in the universe were just specks of dust, but even that universe was a tiny point under a great harmony. That eternal time were held in the bosom of a greater eternity. The vast landscape of the universe was dancing on this line.
That line would make a three-dimensional body and would flow into a new time. It was a repeated rising and sinking of new dimensions.
"Did you see?"
For a brief moment, she witnessed the same scenery as Crockta due to the radiant light from God Slayer.
She realized it. "I..."
Her spirit, worn down by fear, didn't see beyond the sinking. She saw the death that everyone didn't see; however, she didn't, couldn't see beyond the death. It was there.
"But it is too late."
Her face distorted. The spell had already started. A runaway train couldn't be stopped. It was steadily moving to the reversal of entropy.
"Too late."
Tears flowed from her eyes. Why had she never seen it? Had she known a little earlier, she would've realized the truth that nothing in the world was in vain. This world would continue.
Crockta wielded God Slayer. His blade moved slowly. It split apart the divinity of the grey god. He broke apart Beelzebub's greedy mouth wrapped around them. The universe bent along the trajectory of God Slayer. The world bowed. It crossed the white sphere in the sky.
The world became an indescribable color. The brilliant light filled his field of view.
In this marvelous landscape, Crockta stared at the line of the universe. It beat slowly from beginning to end. Forever.
The pulse of the world. In that pulsing line, Crockta found one spot. Then he realized. Why he reached this place.