The flames consuming Frona gradually illuminated the entire Path Mirror world. One by one, the visions that had just unfolded dissolved, returning everything to its original emptiness.

Then, the brightest white sphere shot forward and merged into Frona’s burning form, becoming a massive, snow-white fireball that rotated slowly.

Moments later, the remaining eight spheres of different colors rushed in with a sharp, whistling force. They circled around her, orbiting clockwise in a steady rhythm.

The gray sphere representing Wudao arrived last. Unlike the others, it remained separate—forming its own orbit beyond the eight spheres, rotating counterclockwise.

Their movements intertwined, forming rings of light around the blazing white core. From those rings, countless multicolored cyclones emerged, spiraling outward into the void.

At the sight, realization struck James like a flash.

“Frona—!”