The void stood still for a breathless heartbeat. Then —
Reality itself trembled.
The Tower of Epoch, ever silent and distant, shuddered like a living thing awakening from an eternal slumber. Outside, the golden list erupted in divine brilliance, and the names of the twelve ancient existences who once reached the seventh floor dimmed, while Apollo's name burnt brighter than a star.
Even the ancient monsters hiding in the deepest parts of the three universes… opened their eyes.
"Time." One of them muttered, shivering.
Since ancient times, time has been one of the taboo supreme rules, as its power and mystery are unimaginable even for most transcended masters.
Back on the floating void-island, the Epoch Lord's serene smile deepened. But this time—there was a glint of reverence in his gaze.
"Good," he said, his voice layered with memory and meaning. "You crossed the boundary. Hopefully you can cross the final state."
