All is settled, the rain has passed and the sky is clear.
The entire Dark Domain has collapsed, like a star system's gravitational collapse, with the central celestial body no longer having the Power to maintain its pull on surrounding bodies...
Thus, everything has scattered, disappearing into the dark void, as if it never existed.
The fragmented space truly has shattered this time, no longer repeatedly reorganizing; there is no stubborn Power to bind it like clay over and over again, as the consciousness of this Power has vanished, transforming into nothingness with resentment, fury, and toxic hatred.
From the beginning, countless Evil Spirits were forcibly molded into one, implanted with false memories and recognition—
Until their demise, they couldn't grasp this fact, vanishing with intense curses and grievances.
