The dome's interior, which replaced the sky with the Color Universe, was like walking through a gigantic kaleidoscope, with stars of various colors gleaming and shifting constantly, drawing strange patterns. The light transformed everything below into jewels. Trees became emeralds, rocks turned into rubies, and even the dust in the air sparkled like diamond powder.

Though the space was as strange as the foreign presence's realm, the Green Reaper’s domain effectively pushed it back. Even after the foreign presence had fallen from the Color Universe, it felt as though something enormous had fallen, yet nothing remained— as if nothing had ever fallen at all.

The massive tear in the Color Universe seemed to have disappeared, leaving behind a surreal sensation, like a forgotten dream. Furthermore, the erosion effect that should have been enhanced by the foreign presence did not show any significant changes. In fact, everything seemed eerily still. So still that the silence itself provoked a sense of unease. It was a strange situation where what should be present was missing.

The Green Reaper, tensed and on edge, extended his senses in all directions.

“Ming...”

While the foreign presence was not detectable, its overwhelming presence still filled the space. It felt like being trapped inside the body of a colossal living entity. Or perhaps, the entire space had already become part of the foreign presence. Was it not invisible, but simply so immense that it could not be fully grasped?

The Green Reaper, desperately trying to hold onto his fading form, grew tense. He had just realized his power and was trying to save the Attachment Human, only to face an unexpectedly powerful adversary. But he could not retreat. He had made the decision not to run.