But when he confirmed the owner of this voice, the memories long sealed yet resurgent in an instant stripped Crimson Moon of any and all thoughts of resistance. That feeble sentiment, which he thought he had long since forgotten, once again took hold of his divine consciousness, threatening to let that eerie blood moon flare up and swiftly escape these locked coordinates of the Astral Realm.
However, the very next moment, a slender white finger silently appeared amidst the vast, profound starry sky. Even set against the backdrop of the entire universe's Abyss of Stars, this delicate finger seemed inconsequential, yet at this moment, it dimmed the brilliance of the vast Sea of Stars.
The world stood still.
Be it the twinkling of starlight or the movement of constellations... Even the ripples of Crimson Moon's turning divine consciousness were quelled.
In the frozen world, only that white finger grew larger and larger.
