At this time, there was incomparable silence above the source vortex.
Alaya, who looked like a young man, was floating, looking at the thing at the top calmly, with a strong look of vigilance in his eyes.
Gaia, who looks like a brown bear, shows unabashed murderous intent.
In other words, I want to [exclude] this thing.
No matter what, the sense of threat this thing brings to them cannot be denied.
It is not a [sense of threat] to the world, the earth or humanity.
It is a [sense of threat] to their two inhibitory powers.
It's weird and makes no sense. After all, the restraining force is the earth or human beings themselves. It stands to reason that unless there is a life-and-death crisis for humans or the earth, they will not have a sense of threat.
But the current feeling... makes them and their existence itself feel a little bit... separate.
A sense of fragmentation that cannot be ignored.
There is no doubt that this is unheard of, and it is extremely terrifying for the restraint force.
And what caused the two inhibitory powers to have such abnormal human emotions was naturally the thing that was about to enter the vortex of the source.
That's... fragments.
A fragment of the root thread.
The thread of origin was retrieved by Gaia from the cracks outside the world. In order to wash away the breath of the outside world, it has gone through several reincarnations.
Different time, different region, different era, different identity.
The White Knight of Britain, the Jeweled Doctor of Florence, the Eagle of Japan's Reform, the Wave of Resistance of Greece, the Wild Beast of London, and the King of Hell of Northern Chu in the Central Plains.
but--
"not enough."
"Why isn't it enough?"
The brown bear said this in a calm tone, but it was a question.
"......I have no idea."
There was a little emotion in the young man's tone, a little... wavering emotion.
After this conversation, both the brown bear and the boy fell silent.
After six times of "cleaning", the root threads are still not "cleaned".
The source vortex still exudes a slight sense of repulsion, and even though the distance between the fragments and the source vortex is infinitely close, it still has not integrated into it.
Gaia and Alaya are scared.
It is not "fear" that comes from itself, but an independent and independent "fear".
It has nothing to do with humans or the earth, it is pure, inhibiting, fear.
This sounds like a paradox, but it really happened. Even Gaia and Alaya, who were terrified, didn't know why this happened.
"...Alaya, do we really want to continue doing this?"
Gaia asked.
His eyes were fixed on the fragment, and there was a little fear in his voice.
It was the root thread that came back from the Central Plains. It had not been processed in any way, and the appearance it showed was still the messy fragments that had been blown to pieces.
Gaia could even see the eyes of the Root Thread that were not completely closed even after death. They were soaked in water and were looking at themselves, as if they were... looking at themselves.
This couldn't help but give him a... "creepy" feeling.
"us......"
Alaya fell into hesitation, seeming to be thinking and weighing.
There is no doubt that it is dangerous to continue further. Both Gaia and Alaya have this feeling. This feeling cannot be an illusion.
If we follow past rules, no matter how dangerous it is at this time, they will do it - because this is for the safety and survival of the earth/humanity. As long as the earth/humanity does not perish, they will continue to exist, and the earth/humanity will continue to exist.
will continue to exist.
But this time, they hesitated.
They don't know why they hesitate.
"Follow-"
But in the end, Alaya made up his mind and spoke out.
but......
Alaya's voice lengthened, stretched, weakened, and then disappeared.
The expression on the brown bear's face also came to a standstill.
But the source vortex is still slowly - forever -
Turning.
Buzz——
The fragment's mutilated body and fingers moved for a moment.
His eyes were still lifeless, broken, and extremely miserable.
The largest piece of debris seemed to have exerted a gravitational force, attracting the surrounding small, fine, and disfigured debris that had been blown up, and then merged back into one body.
The King of Hell of Northern Chu, Xiang An, the King of Northern Chu, reappeared at the top of the vortex of roots, lying there with his eyes closed, as if he had died in a complete posture.
He gradually shrank and returned to his original appearance. Just like the previous times, he turned into the broken body, turned back into a soul, then grew up, grew, and finally——
Back to that young man.
"What are you hesitating about?"
He opened his eyes and said this.
His eyes were focused on Alaya, as if he was questioning Alaya.
He broke away from the roots that were close at hand, floated up, looked at Alaya as a boy, and Gaia as a brown bear, and then shook his head.
"Wasitation should not occur."
"What you did was not wrong."
The root thread opened its arms, as if embracing the root vortex.
"But...the existence of the root cannot be inferred by anything."
"This is...transcendence."
"So, even if you don't plan to do it, I will... continue to do it myself."
"like this."
His tone was calm, he grabbed his hands, and then——suddenly closed them.
He shattered himself to pieces, used the roots, used...his own essence.
Then, this soul turned into something unknown, broke away from the top of the vortex of origin, and headed towards the earth, towards... its last "washing", and also its last journey.
Only a single sound was left, still ringing above the source vortex.
"The next meeting should be our last meeting, 'Suppression Force'."
There is a sense of relaxation in the voice, but there is also a hint of ethereal emotionlessness.
"Before that, please have a good rest here——"
"Wait until the next time we meet——————"
call--
The thread of origin disappears, and the force that restricts the two major restraining forces also disappears.
After Gaia and Alaya regained their "consciousness", they suddenly felt a feeling similar to heart palpitations.
"Fa, what happened!?" Gaia's tone was surprised, no, it was frightened.
Before he could finish these words, He lost his body and turned into a pure consciousness, at a loss.
Alaya's words still lingered in his mouth, still at a loss of form.
But for them, the horror is more than that.
They are restricted.
There is no way to leave the sky above the source vortex, and there is no way to escape from this place.
But the thread of origin has long since disappeared without a trace.
They will never know what happened, just like they never made a mistake.
But some things are born untouchable.
If you touch it, no matter what, you will receive——