"Book of Oblivion."
Clea's whisper was barely audible.
She calmly opened the book, paying no attention to the stars, monsters, or countless calamities Odin had unleashed upon her, all of which were moments away from consuming her.
Her attention remained entirely on the book.
Its pages were filled to the very last line with countless words and sentences intertwined with one another. Clea reached toward several specific passages.
And erased them from the book.
At that exact moment, something extraordinary happened.
Something that could only be described as a miracle.
Even the Pale Devastation appeared stunned for a second, because for once, he could not understand what had happened.
Everything he had unleashed against Clea vanished without a trace.
The colossal stars capable of burning everything across the land around them.
The monsters.
The mist.
The numerous World breaking abilities.
Everything disappeared ... Nothing remained.
