Time flowed on.

An eternity passed, long enough for someone’s memories to dissolve into oblivion.

No, it couldn’t truly be called the passage of time. Around Kang Taesan and the Abyss, time was warped and broken. From the perspective of the universe, only a fleeting moment had passed.

But had time flowed normally, civilizations would have risen and fallen by now.

[Ugh.]

The Demon God collapsed to her knees. She, too, was trapped within the distorted flow of time. Even for a transcendent, the duration she had spent containing the ripples of their battle was no small thing.

Exhaustion weighed …