(Meanwhile, upon the floating island, Moltherak's POV)
Moltherak in his soul form slowly opened his eyes, his deep slumber disturbed, as he felt Leo's breakthrough detonate across the Time Stilled World despite being tens of thousands of kilometers away.
A faint ripple brushed against the ancient halls around him.
Barely a whisper.
Barely a flicker.
Yet strong enough to reach the floating island where he slept.
"Hmmm…" Moltherak rumbled softly, as his spectral eyelids rose a little more, the golden glow within them sharpening with interest.
"That presence…" he murmured, as his consciousness drifted outward like a tide spreading across distant shores.
In all his years alive and asleep, very few things had ever registered as a threat to his soul—
The laughter of the Timeless Assassin.
The cunning of Zhanrok.
The rage of Helmuth.
But never a mere mortal.
Never a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Never someone who had only just touched the peak of human strength.
