However, Grey did not stop flying. It was only when he arrived near the nearest black star that his figure finally came to a halt.
Compared to the previous black star, this one was of average size. It was neither towering nor insignificant. Yet Grey did not hesitate in the slightest. Without wasting even a breath, he extended his will and began to suppress the star just as he had done before.
Time passed slowly.
A few hours later, the black star trembled violently before its dark surface began to shift. The deep black hue gradually gave way to a radiant purple, as if something ancient and profound had been forcefully rewritten.
At that same moment, a loftier and far more overwhelming pressure erupted from Grey's body.
It spread outward in waves, distorting the surrounding space.
Grey's eyes flickered slightly.
"With every star I suppress and bring under my control… the pressure continues to increase?" he muttered, a trace of surprise slipping into his otherwise calm tone.
