Escape, an endless escape.
Because he had been trudging through the void for too long, he was almost becoming a part of it. Without memories, he couldn't even tell who he truly was.
In the Nihility Dimension, there were no colors; everything was made of lines. There was no past, no future, no eternity, no instant, not even sorrow could find a place here—only meaningless immortality, like an eternal tomb buried beneath a glacier.
"Death Mad, Death Mad, my dear Death Mad, my pathetic Death Mad!" Youmo's first words were of anger, the second of despair, the third filled with affection, and the fourth with a sigh. Each of her words exploded with different emotions: "You saved them, are you satisfied? But it's over, everything is over!"
