On an emerald green ancestor cloud, Anon finally opened his eyes after the evolution of his soul and the drifter cloud.
There was an overwhelming silence that followed.
He expressionlessly stared at the crimson expanse before his eyes for a long while, without blinking.
Anon pursed his lips and stood up. He opened his left palm, and the closed book levitating in the air behind his head gently fell onto the palm of his hand.
When he reached the edge of the emerald cloud, Anon seemed to ponder in silence for an extended period.
Finally reaching a decision, a flash of determination appeared in his eyes.
"I do not intend to pursue blood magic any longer, so I offer this grimoire to the world. I hope that you exchange for it with me, something of equivalent worth."
He flung the grimoire into the crimson sea without hesitation. Right after, the crimson sea churned with vigor, and the drifter cloud trembled.
