Endless Dimension.
The immense white bone altar was as large as a mountain. Beside the altar, a colossal figure, even more majestic than the altar itself, continuously placed strange offerings onto the altar.
A deep incantation echoed from the colossal figure, its words archaic and enigmatic, as if piercing through time from an ancient era.
Countless mysterious forces converged within the chant, eventually transforming into a hand.
A hand powerful enough to stir destiny.
"Has it come to this already?"
The Curse Crown stood before the altar, his face beneath the hood extremely somber.
The speed at which the Dominator of Mayfly was arriving was somewhat beyond his expectations.
He waved his Magic Wand slightly, and the hand formed by the Power of Mystery fell onto Richard's Thread of Destiny.
At this moment, Richard's Thread of Destiny had become as frail as a strand of hair.
