The Ultimate was plunged into a strange silence when the Scepter that was swiftly moving away was immersed in it.
The waves of aether that were chaotically spreading out suddenly disappeared, as if they had never been there. There was only the endless stream of aether flowing inward as if some invisible giant in its embryonic stage had opened its eyes and was sucking the aether in.
When the blueprints for the Land of Dreams had been immersed in the Ultimate, that empty body had given birth to a soul and had been entrusted with its original spirituality.
And then its nature had interfered.
The interference of the incomprehensible nature of humanity had occurred in the depths of the Ultimate, just as the stars are born from the darkness of the universe. Every minute, every second, every moment, every instant, thousands of them exploded and were extinguished.