On the Conferred God Platform, tension coiled tighter with every passing moment. Xatia and the other powerhouses stared into the void, their attention fixed on the chaotic chase unfolding above. They had pinned their hopes on Lesia—hoping she could somehow restrain Xainte, who had lost both her past and future—but from what they could see, things were far from under control.

“Sure, we can play,” Xainte’s bright voice echoed through the void, almost playful, “but you have to come drink soup with me!”

Before anyone could react, a streak of blood-red light shot forward.

“Are you serious right now?!” Lesia snapped, but her protest ended abruptly as she was swept away in an instant—along with the current body of Waitara Path.

The speed was overwhelming.

Even Xatia, an ancient god, couldn’t react in time.

By the time anyone realized what had happened, the void had already fallen silent—empty.