[Remiel's POV]
It certainly is the Path of Abyss. This feeling of facing something impure, corrupted and filthy, I can't forget it.
Remiel thought, a deep sense of revulsion spreading through him as that presence brushed against his senses. The feeling clung stubbornly, seeping into his thoughts, reminding him of memories he wished had remained buried. No matter how much time passed, the stench of the Abyss was something his existence would never forget.
It's good that I came to this barren galaxy of the Universe, otherwise if the Path was opened, we would still be kept in the dark due to the web of fate being damaged...
The thought carried a heavy weight. The Web of Fate was no longer whole. Its strands were torn, its warnings fragmented, and its visions unreliable. If he had not arrived here by chance, the signs would have remained hidden until the consequences became irreversible.
