Later that day;
Azzy traveled to the Arcana world, directly to the forbidden region.
In the center of that forbidden region lies the null point/O point.
Azzy floated in the sky, hood on his head snapped back by the heavy winds. Below, what remained of the Forbidden region lay scattered across the sea, shards of land floating like the remnants of a shattered continent. Jagged stone peaks. Hollow, lifeless canyons. No birds. No wind. Just pressure, immense, suffocating pressure that bore down like a silent scream from the world itself.
As he was about to descend to the null point, the central island located between those three rank-5 regions, the waters below rippled, and Azzy saw a massive shadow before tentacles the size of towers lazily brushed against the islets. A deep, distant rumble echoed from beneath the waves.
