The deletion’s white light had already engulfed the entire street. The café’s glass windows began to shatter in silence, the shards suspended in mid-air, each reflecting the final moments of a different world.
Scholar Jane’s right eye burned with intensifying pain. Within her high-dimensional field of vision, those transparent tentacles were advancing along precise geometric paths; wherever they passed, space itself was reformatted into a void of white.
"Time is running out." Qiyue’s voice was unnaturally calm amidst the vibrating air. "I need you to track the trajectory of the deletion."
Chapter 47