Aster Grant's consciousness manifestation struggled to coalesce in this fragmented, gray world.
Beneath his feet lay the withered and shattered earth, the sky was riddled with cracks, and the air was filled with chaotic breaths.
Every breath seemed to bring a heavy sense of oppression.
As soon as his consciousness stabilized, Aster Grant's gaze locked onto the Life Ancient Tree in the distance.
At its roots, a figure was curled up, emitting a faint green glow.
"Vera!"
He transformed his thoughts into a wave of spiritual power, attempting to awaken that figure.
However.
It was like a stone sinking into the sea!
The curled-up figure remained motionless, as if her consciousness had completely sunk.
Seeing this, Aster Grant's heart sank.
The Swarm King's Will's erosion was more terrifying than expected, not only polluting Vera's power.
But also completely sealing and isolating her self-awareness.
It was at this moment...
