Chapter 1185: Dust Settles, Before the White Cloud Temple

The bridge of the super battleship was silent, a stark contrast to the cataclysmic battle that had just concluded. Jonathan stood before the main viewscreen, which no longer displayed the menacing form of the Palace's Reaver, but the fractured, wounded tapestry of the cosmos. Cracks of void energy scarred the fabric of space, and entire realms flickered like dying embers, their life force plundered and their laws in disarray. Behind him, his family stood as a silent bastion of support. His father,...