The man looked at the cracks in the sky. The cracks appeared to be stimulated by something, which made the man frown.
In the entire King's Clan, only he knew the origin behind these cracks. They weren't ordinary spatial cracks. They were remnants that were left behind when a man had sliced through the heaven multiple times.
Normally, even if someone managed to cut through the space, the space would heal itself with the passage of time. But these cracks hadn't healed, despite such a long time being passed away.
The spatial cracks didn't even connect to another opening in the spatial tunnel. If one entered through the cracks, they couldn't create another opening. It was as if they had entered into a spatial purgatory.
After such a long time, the cracks had finally shown some movement, but it wasn't towards closing. The fluctuations only lasted for a short moment before the spatial cracks stabilized once more.
