Bologue has been lingering around the vicinity of the Great Rift recently, searching for potential crises within, like the Wandering Crossroad.
Bologue didn't find the Wandering Crossroad, the distorted cluster of buildings disappeared like a dream with the dissipation of fog, and the Devil's evil aura vanished as well.
Mammon seems to have left this place, but his power had seeped into the land as if it were permanent; even now, when Bologue looks down, he can still hear absurd voices roaring in his ears.
The Great Rift emits a strong aura of evil, like a black luminescence, flickering and uncertain, enveloped by deep darkness both day and night. The shimmering light seems to leak from the Abyss, with unsettling eyes lurking in the darkness.
"Not sure if such changes are good or bad," Palmer murmured.
Once, the fog blocked the vision of mortals; now it is gone, and everyone can see the full scope of the Great Rift and feel the power from the depths of the Abyss.
