One year later.
"Hiss... This level of destruction, could it be one of the Dominators?"
Green hovered in mid-air, overlooking the field of stark white bones, the fragmented traces of intense battle stretching to the horizon, thinking to himself that he could never match such a feat.
At the same time, Green beckoned, and gravitational waves pulled in several fragments of weaponry.
The metal material, based on its pattern, seemed to belong to a serrated weapon, with a quality comparable to Green's Ninety-Nine Unity Sword, yet now shattered to this state.
"How is that possible!"
Simba dismissed Green's surprised speculation and then said, "To be sealed here, one would already have to be a top-tier powerhouse beneath the Dominators of the Endless World. Considering the many dangers they've faced over countless epochs, it's no surprise to see battle traces like these."
