"It's unlikely to be one of the God Races. The God Realm has been in too great a state of peace for this to happen."
"That leaves two."
The two didn't even discuss the original conclusion because they already implicitly understood the logic.
They were known as the wisest of all the Races in Existence, so they obviously had an understanding of the situation of the God Realm that few could match.
They had already concluded that this was a trap. So if it was really related to one of the God Races, that would mean that a relationship between two factions should have deteriorated to the point of bloodshed.
But there were simply no grudges that were this bad yet.
Of course, the Pluto Race was being suppressed by many, but they were still firmly the top dog of the God Realm. It didn't make sense to expect anyone to take such drastic measures to deal a blow to a competitor in this way.
Obviously, they had also tacitly come to understand that this was more of a trap for whoever was on the inside than whoever was on their way here.
"We do not have enough information about the happenings in the lower Realms to make a proper conclusion."
"Agreed."
"Would you like to investigate?"
"Regardless of what the answer is, this world is too valuable and there has already been a second buyer of this information, most likely another God Race as well. It is doubtful that a Demi-God Race would have enough liquidity to take such a risk."
"It may potentially be a risk for us as well. If it is the Alliance, then it can be handled to some extent, but it will still be troublesome. If it is the Variant Invalids... it will be many times more difficult."
"I will go to gather more information about the happenings of this world. You remain here, observe the situation and see what happens when the second of the Gods arrives."
Willowyn nodded and didn't say anything else as Bracken vanished into the distance.
Both Beastmen stood boldly in the void, their chests rippling with dense hair and dancing, vascular muscles. Their manes were braided down the length of their heads and jaws, and then adorned with various trinkets that seemed to be spoils of battle. The combination made them look particularly tribal.
However, what neither Willowyn nor the Beastmen expected was that before the latter could take the vanguard and enter, the world would lose its color.
The change didn't come from the Incomplete World, but rather the entirety of Existence itself.
At that moment, it seemed as though a pair of looming eyes had appeared over every horizon. No matter where you looked, so long as it was into the distance, it would strike fear into one's very heart. Even the Sylvans and Beastmen were no different.
They had felt this before...
It was the feeling of staring at a Void Beast.
Their hearts sunk to the bottom of an abyss and sweat coated their bodies. Many who looked at this scene with far too much ferocity and carelessness fainted. If not for the fact that the sight was mostly illusory, they would have directly lost their lives without the slightest suspense.
The image persisted for a short while before it slowly faded...
However, even though it was only a short while, it sent the entire God Realm into a wild upheaval.
The appearance of those eyes could only mean one thing.
The Northern Star Lineage Factor had once again birthed a Void Beast.
Dream Force experts of all shapes and creeds raised their methods to the limits as they scoured Existence for this person. Even the Dharmas moved out.
But what they didn't expect was that it would be far easier than any of them could ever expect.
They all found him at once.
A boy, beaten and broken, laying in a pool of his own blood in a mere Mortal Realm.