The Death of the World

How immense was a Latitude Cosmos' will? How terrifying would it be? Nonetheless, it had a flaw. Merlin had seized the chance, stopping at nothing to slowly devour and merge.

"Rumble."

The entire sky was filled with thunder and lightning. Space itself was shuddering and the wind howled as if it was crying.

This was the mournful wail of the world's will. The portion of the world's will in Ancestor Damon's body had been a missing piece. A small leak would sink a great ship. Even though it was just a portion of the world's will, it was ultimately incomplete. Thus, Merlin had found his chance and started to frantically devour.

A chance like this came once in a blue moon. Perhaps there were no other Latitude Cosmos that was like the Almighty Beast World, which had split its own will into a few parts. This was the chance Merlin had seized.