The temple's door suddenly closed, and the starry sky background surrounding the hall gradually became overshadowed.
At some point, the glowing essence inside the hall became deep and cold, and the smile on the face of the Starry Sky Guardian, Rigdar, vanished.
He held the creator's Divine Scepter, which had been magnificent and radiant, but now appeared menacing and awful.
Strands of an evil aura that shared its source with the Power of the Abyss, yet far vaster and more malevolent, spread, enveloping the entire temple.
Simultaneously, within Eve's perception, her connection to her true self was severed.
Or rather... blocked.
Eve furrowed her brow.
She glanced at the scepter in Rigdar's hand, then at the gradually spreading black mist, expressionless:
"Rigdar, what is the meaning of this?"
"You refuse to accept the legacy of my master, then... do not blame me for what I'm about to do."
Rigdar said, his expression full of regret.
