777 Wrong Time

"It is impossible for humans to use the Chaos with present measures."

Boom, boom, boom, boom—

The sound of the earth's crust being torn by a brute force echoed through the near-liquid form air, resounding across most of the world in seconds.

It was a world of complete darkness.

There were neither stars nor sun. The icebound surface of absolute cold temperatures of hundred degrees below was harder than diamonds, while the violent gale of frost formed by the breaking continent stirred waves in the atmosphere that was about to freeze into pieces.

Over the glaciers, Priest held back supreme fear and shudders to stand on the only perfect surface. The young warrior, having arrived at Gold-level could survive in such extreme cold, as well as see in the absolute darkness—which was why he simply stared at the glaciers before his eyes.