"Let it all end..." Somewhere in the void, a gentle voice seemed to utter these words, and so the waves of destruction surged even higher.
The first to get unlucky were those working on cracking the Cube of Truth in hyperspace. Each cube's glow went haywire, crackling as terrifying fissures split across them. All five machines took heavy damage. One Cube of Truth exploded outright, bursting into a thousand points of light. With a single scream, the silent No. 8 unit collapsed instantly—never to make a sound again.
The changes outside the space were already wild, but inside, things got even scarier.
The Infinity Dock and Theory Lane, both built from White Element, were battered one after another by the spatial surge—left scattered like wind chimes in a storm. The sturdier Infinity Dock barely held together, but the White Element units of Theory Lane, hit way beyond their limit, started cracking and crumbling, one by one.
Vast swathes of White Element spawned from Genesis Sand vanished in an instant, and the whole Theory Lane snapped apart at record speed.
Susan Morrow, crown on her head, led two others through the ruins of Theory Lane. In her mind, she could almost see Susan Soo burning herself up in this very place. But those images faded away for good as Theory Lane finally fell apart.
Soon, the waves of destruction reached the Gate of Science. It was almost wiped out already—the mythic building once over seven kilometers long now reduced to just the original fragment sent into hyperspace.
Earth, water, wind, and fire swirled in oblivion all around, but couldn't break through. This was where the Tiberius Laboratory began—where too many dreams, too much history, and way too many memories were stored. It was also the witness to endless schemes, pain, and tragedy.
Susan Morrow walked through, flashes of that day playing before her eyes. With a wave of her hand, the last stubborn piece of the original Gate of Science was squeezed out of existence by the crushing space.
When people die, it's lights out. Simple as that.
Her dreams, her pain, were snuffed out like a lamp.
This was her memorial.
But this tribute wasn’t enough.
The space storm of destruction roared behind them as Susan Morrow led the two onward, shifting toward Earth’s dimension. Deep within the void, angry, unwilling howls echoed—those must be the bodies of the Nature Cult leaders. But with the world in chaos, let them howl; they’ll never find us.
But as the waves of destruction kept spreading, Susan Morrow’s hyperspace powers kept dropping. Faster, faster—we have to get back to Earth before the powers are gone for good!
Huh? There’s a pull up ahead—let’s ride it back!
Whirr... white mist...
New York, underground cavern—total chaos down here now.
The “god’s” followers were already leaderless. Some civilian Chosen seized the chance to storm in and fight, trying to save the citizens. One side had momentum but lacked skill, the other was trained but totally panicked. For a while, it was a dead-even brawl. In all the chaos, nobody cared about the high platform spinning like crazy.
Just then, the three rings on the platform suddenly burst with blinding sparks. Amid screeching, grating noise, the rings twisted and warped under some mysterious force, finally shattering into scrap metal that crashed down.
At the very center of the platform, a swirl of white mist appeared, then quickly faded, revealing two figures.
It was Susan Morrow and Jonathan.
Where’d that guy go?' Jonathan glanced around, not seeing Parvis anywhere. 'She couldn’t still be stuck in hyperspace, could she?' He looked worried; even though they hadn’t spent much time together, Jonathan was starting to worry about the red-haired woman.
No, she’s gone,' Susan Morrow said thoughtfully. 'Looks like she’s got her own way out.'
The destructive space storm roared in another dimension, but it couldn’t invade Earth’s. Like watching a downpour through glass—your heart is shaken, but not a drop touches you.
With a swish, the crown above vanished, and the blessing of the Yang Qi Divine Wheel faded away. Hyperspace closed, and its powers were useless now. From an all-powerful god back to a mere mortal—a crushing sense of loss hit Susan Morrow.
But after a couple deep breaths, she shook off that weightless feeling. Then she looked at the three offerings still sitting on the platform, ignored by everyone.
Two of the offerings were already dead—the brain went first, then the scattered one. The only one still breathing was the most intact: Parker Peterson.
Crack! Susan Morrow flipped the cover off the pod and walked up to Peterson with a blank face. He was on his last breath, but when he saw Susan, it was like a final burst of energy—he suddenly perked up.
Susan Morrow stared into Peterson’s eyes, and for a moment, time seemed to rewind decades.
Parker Peterson.' Susan Morrow stared into Parker’s eyes. 'Back then, drugging me... The idea to sedate her—that was yours, wasn’t it?'
No need to argue, no need to hide—she’d already seen the memories in the noise. She was only asking for her own peace of mind.
I always knew this day would come... Yeah, it was me.' Peterson confessed without hesitation.
Looking at the tortured, ruined Parker, and remembering how he once strutted as Zade’s right-hand man, Susan Morrow suddenly sneered. 'Looks like you were just a pawn after all.'
Old Parker’s eyes bulged, then he gave up and shut them, smirking at himself. 'Heh... yeah... Now that I think about it, getting dragged here by those useless little things wasn’t a coincidence. Boss, your dirty work is still so... slick...'
Thud! Parker’s head slumped to the side—he was gone.
Watching Parker die right in front of her, Susan Morrow showed no pity. 'Serves you right.' Then she looked up at the hole above the cavern, as if staring at the unseen Zade. 'I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if you think tossing out a pawn will make us quit, you’re dead wrong.'
Joan Morrow’s death needs a memorial.
Fran’s death needs a memorial too.
Boom—the earth-shaking rumble echoed through the cavern, making every fighter freeze. Then a shrill, inhuman scream rang across New York. Jonathan didn’t know whose voice it was, but the 'god’s' followers panicked and their lines collapsed.
The chaos deepened—civilian Chosen pressed the attack, while Jonathan guarded Susan Morrow with his blade.
The next moment, above the cavern, two beams of light clashed in the sky, sending shockwaves through the clouds.
Whoosh—a sharp sound, something fell from the sky. Boom! Half the platform was smashed. Everyone stared: it was a leg. A huge, golden, perfectly severed leg.
Run!' The 'god’s' followers instantly scattered, defeated in a flash.