Returning to the Mother Stream again after several hundred years, Garen felt that familiar corrosive power, that assimilative power. This power was unbelievably immense, and even as he was now, it was the most he could do to protect himself, as he flowed with the current.
He turned back to look at the hole leading to the Mech Universe, the gap had shrunk until it was only as large as a fist now, and it was still shrinking.
Around him was a limitless expanse of green. He could see nothing, and hear nothing,
Only the endless rush of the stream water continued to reverberate beside his soul's ears.
Garen looked up and saw that the surface of the stream was nearby. Through the surface of the Mother Stream, he could see the colorful Spatial Barrier outside.
Roar…!
There was another fearsome roar.