After a long time of crying, Falkmar rises. He calms down and seems to determine something. His eyes are filled with the desire to survive as he carries Jonas on his back and starts to walk in a direction.

  Falkmar examines Jonas's wound and finds that it has stopped bleeding. After that, he carries him on his back and resumes his long journey.

  "Alright, Jonas... I won't leave you here!" Falkmar says with a steady and hoarse voice.

  Falkmar glances around this space after finishing checking Jonas's wound. This place is entirely white and boundless, just like the universe, and he can't see any exit. This confuses Falkmar, making him wonder how creatures, sounds, and things go to other worlds.

  Right now, he doesn't know where to go, he is just walking forward without any purpose or reason.

  He carries Jonas and walks for a long time.

  "Agh... Jonas, you're heavy..." Falkmar complains softly.

  Falkmar stops and sits down again to rest, placing Jonas beside him. Right now, he needs to restore his energy.

  Falkmar can't think of any solution and feels very helpless, but the desire to survive keeps him from falling here, and besides, he can't leave Jonas behind.

  When Falkmar looks at Jonas, he feels something weird, an indescribable strange feeling in his mind. This strange feeling lingers and remains there.

  Falkmar doesn't overthink it and is shocked by the next view he sees. His bloody hand is healing, the wound is recovering, and blood is returning inside.

  "What the?" Falkmar's voice is filled with surprise as he realizes something.

  At this moment, he looks at Jonas's wound with joy. As expected, the wounds on his back are healing.

  "This space can recover the wounds!" Falkmar thinks happily.

  He quickly crawls over to Jonas, checks his breathing, and finds it no longer weak. Realizing this, Falkmar feels happy and knows that Jonas is out of danger.

  "Alright, now the only problem is getting out of here," Falkmar says, hope filling his eyes.

  After that, he walks for a long time again. The strange feeling hasn't gone, making Falkmar more confused.

  "Looks like I forgot something?" Falkmar voices his uncertainty, but soon he gets the answer from an unknown being.

  "Yes, you are forgetting it," a strange voice sounds in this boundless space with weird echoes.

  "Who is it?!" Falkmar's eyes widen as he shouts.

  He quickly glances around but doesn't see anyone, he also can't determine where the sound comes from, as it seems to come from everywhere. The strange voice makes his head hurt, and he feels nauseous.

  "A very lucky person... Oh, my bad, it's two. Well, I see you and his potential. Mortal, I permit you to ask me three questions," the disembodied voice echoes.

  "Three questions...?" Falkmar endures the hurt and nausea and thinks.

  Many questions flood his mind. Falkmar quickly realizes that this might be key to leaving the place.

  "Who are you?" Falkmar asks the mysterious voice.

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  "I am the destination of all things, the death, and oblivion, the Void, S???????????c??????????h??????????i?????????v????????e?????????r?????????s????????z?????????w???????????e????????????n?????????????," Void says with a majestic voice.

  "Destination of all things? The death? And oblivion? Void...? What did it say at the end? A god?" After hearing those words and realizing this mysterious existence seems to be a god, Falkmar frowns, feeling intense pain and nausea rather than holiness.

  But soon, Falkmar is stunned.

  "Ahh!!!" Falkmar suddenly cries out in pain.

  He drops Jonas, kneels, and holds his head. Veins pop up on his forehead, and he feels like there are tens of thousands of worms burrowing inside, the pain excruciating.

  Just as Falkmar cries out, the Void bursts into laughter, mocking him.

  "Hahaha... what a fool dares to know the name of a deity," the Void taunts, its voice echoing mercilessly through the white expanse.

  The sharp laughter and cruel mockery deepen Falkmar's headache, making him feel as if his mind is about to explode. In that moment, his hatred for the Void reaches its peak.

  "Fuck you, Void! You're an asshole!!!" Falkmar scolds in his mind, his eyes burning with hatred.

  "Tiny mortal, the soul without ambition, ugly waste. Now you have two more questions to go," the Void says monotonously, devoid of any emotion.

  "How do I get out of this place!?" Falkmar yells desperately, wanting nothing more than to escape the torment.

  "I can give you an exit to go back to your original world, or would you prefer to go to another world?" the Void asks, amusement lacing its voice.

  "I want to go back to my original world!" Falkmar shouts, but as the words leave his mouth, the sense of pain in his head suddenly dissipates.

  "Oh, sorry, but I don't want to let you choose. I'll give you an exit that connects with another world. Hahahaha!!!" the Void tricks him again, its maniacal laughter ringing in his ears.

  A wave of anger surges through Falkmar's mind. If Jonas weren't here, he would yell and scold the Void without care, his rage boiling over.

  "Last question. Think carefully before you ask," the Void says slowly, its tone maddeningly calm.

  Falkmar grits his teeth, feeling the weight of the moment. He tries to choose wisely.

  "...Where are you?" he asks, knowing that this answer might be crucial.

  This time, the Void doesn't respond immediately. After a few agonizing seconds, it finally answers.

  "Above you," it says hoarsely with a hint of chilling excitement.

  Falkmar doesn't look up. After all, hearing its voice and knowing its name almost broke him. He asks this question just to guard against the urge to glance at the Void.

  "Where is the exit?" Falkmar finally asks, rising to his feet.

  "Oh, you want to leave already? Fine, the exit is in front of you. The most beautiful world ever... go enjoy it," the Void replies, its voice full of mockery.

  Falkmar sneers, not believing the Void's words. Just as he turns to carry Jonas and escape this place, he is stunned once more.

  Jonas is no longer an adult but a child. Falkmar's eyes widen in shock, and he looks at his own hand, only to find that it too is that of a child.

  "The exit is there. Go now, or else you both will become younger and eventually turn into nothing!" the Void teases, its tone dripping with malice.

  Realization crashes over Falkmar like a wave, and he finally understands that the strange feeling he had been experiencing was the sensation of them being turned back into children. This space isn't just healing their wounds, it is reversing time!

  Panic surges through him, compelling him to act. He quickly grabs Jonas's arm and sprints toward the exit, the path of strange, beautiful flowers stretching before them, their fragrance intoxicating.

  As he steps onto the flower-covered path, the delightful scent almost overwhelms him, threatening to pull him into a dizzying stupor.

  Suddenly, everything shatters like glass, and they are falling. Falkmar feels the overwhelming sensation of panic gripping him once more as the white space fades away, leaving only boundless darkness.

  The darkness transforms into a starry sky, yet Falkmar cannot appreciate its beauty. The intense weightlessness of falling fills him with terror, and he screams, a brief sound swallowed by the void.

  Before he loses consciousness, the last echoes he hears are his own screams mingling with the sharp laughter of the Void.

  …..

  As the scene shifts, the vast white space appears again, a giant white eye floating in the air. It is almost indistinguishable, its color blending seamlessly with the surroundings.

  This is the Void, the architect of chaos.

  In this white expanse, a fog envelops them, a manifestation of the Void itself. Underneath this colossal eye, Falkmar and Jonas's sculptures lie, their tiny forms dwarfed by the Void's immense presence.

  However, this isn't a deliberate act of diminishment, it captures their original sizes. If Falkmar looks up, he will truly understand the magnitude of the Void.

  Void's eye gazes down at the sculptures with an emotionless expression, as if examining lifeless objects.

  A cloud of fog materializes, revealing scenes that display where Falkmar and Jonas are. The Void watches with twisted delight.

  "The show has started... Chaosborn. At least one of them is Chaosborn. Let's see how will they struggle in this flawless world," it muses, anticipation glinting in its vast, white gaze.