Whatever existed behind the Eye either could not arrive in ti, or was simply one step too slow.
For now, everything that erged from it belonged to the sa kind of army.
Their forms differed only slightly.
Unfortunately, there was also bad news.
The enemies coming out of the Eye were growing stronger.
The battle had only just begun when every divine player and every top-ranking world leader rushed to the very front.
Together, they blocked the most powerful enemies.
Ash Inspectors.
Tens of thousands of Ash Inspectors.
They were different from the ones encountered in the cube-shaped Inspector Gas.
Every Ash Inspector before them was frighteningly strong.
The best Divine Talent skills.
The most refined divine techniques.
Perfect combat cycles with no wasted movent and no mistakes.
Every Ash Inspector could cooperate seamlessly with the others.
When their weapons crossed, they could even unleash combination attacks.
At their current state, divine players had only recovered sixty percent of their attributes, skills, and soul fire.
They could handle three at once.
World leaders, however, struggled even against two.
At that mont, every player understood the true purpose of this exile zone.
This place existed to cultivate an army.
An army nad Ash.
For so higher-dinsional being, or perhaps so higher-dinsional faction.
The only advantage the Adjudicator players had was that they had already broken free of divine bestowal.
They possessed exceptionally unique Divine Talent abilities.
But very soon, everyone realized this was more than just an advantage.
The Eye of Surveillance rippled like a lake.
Then a centaur-like being appeared before all of them.
Its upper body was made entirely of pale blue petals.
Layer upon layer of petals overlapped, occasionally parting to reveal a gemstone-like blue heart.
Its hands, also ford from petals, were wrapped in long black leather gloves.
Its horse body was pure white.
Its extrely long, deep blue curls spilled across its back like a waterfall.
It held a long curved blade.
Its expression showed neither sorrow nor joy.
Its right eye was closed.
Its remaining left eye looked down upon all living beings.
This was not one of the races of Starsea.
No one recognized its kind.
The mont it appeared, every chanoid currently fighting stopped at once.
They hovered in the air in perfect order.
The being’s gaze slowly swept across the prisons that had vanished, leaving only keys behind.
Then it looked back at the players.
It did not speak.
That androgynous face still bore the sa emotionless, indifferent expression.
Yet sohow, everyone understood what it ant.
Where are my things?
The suffocating silence lasted for several seconds.
Then it spoke.
It used a language no living being present had ever heard before.
Yet when that ethereal voice entered their ears, every player understood it.
This was not ordinary speech.
It was closer to a rule.
"God reclaims the talents granted to ants."
The rule had been written into the question from the beginning.
One day, the gifts granted by fate would be taken back.
As that voice resounded through heaven and earth, the emotions of every player tightened for an instant.
But only for an instant.
Then their expressions relaxed.
Because another voice sounded in their minds.
Gentle.
Calm.
[Listen to the sighs of the worlds. Follow the Order of Adjudicator.]
Their Divine Talents remained.
They had not been taken away.
They followed BS Rita’s Order.
The divine players and world leaders who had crossed the Sigh Bridge imdiately looked toward the players directly summoned by BS Rita.
When they saw that those players also looked calm and unaffected, the sa thought flashed through the minds of every being who had changed Orders at the end of the Sigh Bridge.
As expected.
Order Clock also ca from BS Rita.
She had succeeded.
From this mont onward, the talents all players obtained when they logged in could no longer be reclaid by the so-called god before them.
That god had appeared on its own.
Proclaid law on its own.
Yet it quickly sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere.
It lifted its black-gloved hand and brushed its left eye.
Starlight instantly appeared within that blue pupil.
Exactly like the Eye of Surveillance behind it.
It looked toward the ants.
Behind every player, there was either the shadow of an open book, or the shadow of a clock.
The hand gripping the curved blade tightened slightly.
Expressionless, the being slowly lifted its gaze and looked toward the distant figure surrounded by countless gifts from living beings.
She sat upon a throne of lightning.
A layer of faint white light shimred around her.
One hand rested on the armrest while loosely covering her right eye.
She looked as though the war before her was so boring that she was about to fall asleep.
It was her.
The mont its gaze landed on that person, hundreds of beings teleported in front of it.
They blocked its view of her.
At the sa ti, a dragon appeared before the throne and spread both wings.
A flash of mockery passed through the centaur’s eye.
But it did not grow angry.
Instead, it turned its gaze again and looked toward the final few thousand prison cells.
Those remaining cells ford a small cube prison.
Compared with the previous prisons, it was tiny.
Like an infant’s room.
Under its cold gaze, an Ash Inspector appeared atop the small cube prison.
It knelt on one knee.
The cube in its chest spun violently.
The centaur raised the curved blade and pointed it at the Ash Inspector.
At the warden responsible for supervising the exile zone.
"You betrayed ."
But it had no interest in the process.
It disdained the story behind it.
It only needed the result.
A red beam lit up from the Ash Inspector’s cube.
It extended straight toward the throne in the sky.
Toward the figure behind the dragon.
"Unique Key?"
The curved blade turned lightly.
Across a distance of more than a thousand ters, the red beam was gently lifted, bending into an arc.
But it did not break.
The centaur said,
"Kill your Unique Key."
"This is the highest command."
The cube stopped spinning.
"Yes."
At the sa ti, at the end of the Sigh Bridge, another Ash Inspector stepped onto the bridge.
A tiny flower floated above its head.
Behind it followed a figure in loose robes.
It was Undead Wildfire, whom B80 had dragged over from another tiline using authority.
Undead Wildfire poked the blank bridge beneath her feet with her staff.
"Do I have to go too?"
"She didn’t even call !"
B80 said solemnly,
"That’s exactly why you have to go."
"Think about it."
"Has she ever called you when sothing good happened?"
Undead Wildfire was silent.
"...Now that you put it that way, I really do need to go take a look."
...
In a dinsion invisible to the other players, the light gifted by the worlds ford one glowing little cube after another in Rita’s world.
Each cube contained a sealed mark, like a preserved specin.
A Moonfox’s fox tail.
An Owlkin feather.
A Vineborne Vine.
A Sharkfin’s Mountain Isles.
A Lightchaser’s antler.
A wind-whale-shaped wave.
A Landscale’s coral.
An Autumn Deer’s Honey Jar.
A wisp of Windrush wind.
A Candlebeast’s candle fla.
A Brilliance gemstone.
Everything began with the myriad races.
And everything ended with the myriad races.
Ten thousand cubes.
Even B80 of this epoch had subconsciously stripped out a piece of its program and sent it to her.
The glowing cubes began consciously assembling themselves.
It seed they wanted to form a Rubik’s Cube.
But ten thousand cubes were too many for a 21-order cube.
And too few for a 22-order cube.
So the cubes grew anxious.
They bounced around in frustration.
Adjusting themselves again and again.
Rita could no longer see the outside world.
She had been locked in here.
And she had a feeling.
The thing before her was just as important as World Sigh had been back then.
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