The journey to Rion took two weeks.
As Rion was isolated, tucked deep within a forgotten corner of the universe where space itself wept and twisted.
Endless space distortions riddled the route—regions where space bent irregularly, and void beasts prowled unseen folds of reality. Space storms, vast cosmic tempests of fractured laws and chaotic fury, roared across the void unpredictably. Even a peak Void god-level spaceship would get destroyed if it got caught in these terrifying calamities.
It was truly in a different and dangerous area of the universe.
On the fourteenth day, the void storm began to settle. The ark descended slowly through an expanse of warped nebulae and fragmented light.
A blue star flickered in the distance, and beneath it, a quiet, green world cloaked in multiple layers of divine arrays came into view.
Rion.
As the ship neared, Apollo's eyes narrowed. He sensed it immediately.
