At this moment, Anvis was unaware of all these changes.
When he destroyed that grayish-white sphere, he only felt a sudden blur in front of him, and then the whole world went dark.
"Where is this...?"
Anvis tried to fly forward, but in all directions, darkness was all there was, and no matter which way he moved, his position seemed unchanged.
Is this some kind of trap? Or an illusion array?
"Finally, you have done it."
Just as Anvis was about to try breaking through this space, a voice, layered and as if composed of countless overlapping sound lines yet majestically grand, resonated from the dark void.
"Who?"
Startled, Anvis quickly turned his head in the direction of the voice.
At some point, a silver octahedral crystal cone appeared there, its design strangely familiar to Anvis.
"I am Wakoreet—"
The majestic voice echoed again, reverberating in this peculiar dark space.
"Or, if you prefer, you can call me by another name you use often [the System]."
