Right at this mont, Blood Reign’s voice also chid in. "My Lord, the useless guy lied to you. This is not a pocket realm. This is not a dinsional seed. This is just a small fragnt he had sohow gotten his hands on."
"If this small fragnt loses all of its integrity, then this entire dinsional space would indeed collapse into the void, and we would be tossed into the void as well. I would have warned you before, but I did not think that the spatial realm was so weak that it would completely rupture."
"However... this thing should never have been able to summon a void. That is the concerning part. I have never seen such instability. Not even from a dying dinsional shard. The probability of such an event occurring... one in a million!"
"The fact that the void ford on its own ans this fragnt has been damaged for a long ti. Sothing corrupted it. Tainted its structure. Unless..." She paused.
"Unless this fragnt never belonged to Umbra’s Hand. Unless it ca from sothing... older. Sothing the system buried. Sothing that was never ant to be opened."
Damon nodded. Why all of this was happening right now was not important! It was happening, and sothing needed to be done. He took out his teleportation tokens, and all of them seed useless. Blood Gate did not work as well.
"You piece of shit! If we could teleport, then wouldn’t I have done it already?" The Third was livid. The void roared, cutting him off.
Damon also did not think so. Without wasting ti, he called Azuna. He did not want to call her earlier because it would hamper her progress, but the situation had changed now, and he did not want to take any chances.
"My master." The gentle and smiling world spirit imdiately appeared, wrapping her hands around Damon. "You haven’t called in a while, master. I missed you so much."
She puckered her lips and was going to plant a big kiss on Damon’s cheek, but her expression imdiately changed. Azuna blinked, then looked around the collapsing realm. "Master, this dinsional fragnt is about to collapse. Shall I stabilize it or destroy it?"
The Third stared at Azuna with wide eyes, disbelief written all over his face. "Is that a... wait. You are telling you had an entire world spirit all this ti?" As soone who dabbled in space magic, he imdiately recognized the terrifying aura swirling around her. His jaw dropped. "That... that’s a spatial spirit! A high-tier one! You motherf... how the hell?!"
Azuna tilted her head, ignoring him as if he were an especially annoying bug crawling on a window. "Master," she repeated gently, "give the order. I can try to stabilize this thing or I can shatter it completely."
Before Damon could answer, the entire mirrored ground shook violently. A massive crack tore through the space like lightning, and a chunk of the world peeled away and was sucked into the spiraling void.
Azuna’s eyes widened a fraction. "Correction. Stabilizing it will not work. The void is already feeding on the core. The structure is too corrupted."
The Third shrieked. "Don’t say that so calmly! That’s my dinsion, you bitch! I suffered through that fucking Umbra’s trial again and again for decades to get my hands on this thing! Please! Please! I will do anything. Save my baby, please."
Azuna whipped her head toward him, eyes narrowing. She then raised a finger, silencing him. "Shut up, insect. I wasn’t talking to you."
Damon, however, suddenly found himself interested in this new piece of information. "You got this from the Umbra’s trial?" He asked again.
The Third nodded his head absent-mindedly as his eyes darted here and there. Everything was getting destroyed and blown away into nothingness as they were speaking. Why the fuck were they having a round table discussion right now? Is this really the ti and place to discuss everything in detail?
But Damon did not seem to care. He did not panic. "Azuna, you told before that I could always enter your world if anything happens. Is this still the case?"
Azuna quickly answered. "Yes, Master. We can all leave right this instant. I cannot say for sure that we will be able to get back to your world any ti soon, but we will not be in any imdiate danger. I am still sowhat bound to your world so it won’t be impossible. It will just take a long ti to find our way back."
"Alright then. Try your best to stabilize this space fragnt if you can. Otherwise, it looks like I will be visiting you today after all."
Azuna imdiately got to work. The Third looked at both of them and nearly burst into tears.
Azuna ignored him entirely. Spatial threads, thin, golden, unfurled from her fingertips in elegant spirals. They wrapped around the cracks in the collapsing world like delicate embroidery. Each thread humd with power, trying to bind the fragnt together.
A golden sword then appeared in her hands, and she started slicing off parts of the world left and right. Each swing was graceful, and every stroke severed a collapsing section of the fragnt cleanly, cutting away infected spatial pockets like a surgeon removing rotten flesh. Broken clusters of mirror-reality fell off in chunks, feeding the void.
The Third watched with growing horror. "Wh–why are you cutting my dinsion?!" he shrieked. "You’re supposed to fix it, not butcher it! That’s my ho! My baby! My precious fragnt! Stop chopping it like vegetables!"
Azuna didn’t even look at him. "Corrupted sections must be excised," she said flatly, slicing off another spiraling tower of mirror-pillar as if pruning a garden. "If left intact, they accelerate collapse."
Another swing, clean, precise, rciless. A whole wing of the dinsion flickered, cracked, and then vanished harmlessly. The Third clutched his chest. "You’re killing it! You heartless demon! STOP!"
Azuna’s eyes sharpened. "I am stabilizing it. Your fragnt is riddled with spatial decay. I am removing the worst of it so the core will hold. The void is anyway destroying everything much faster than I am."
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