Weisheng Moran was still softly mumbling when the little cockroaches in her hand suddenly turned cold. She loosened her grip and noticed that they had frozen up. They were no different from normal chunks of metal now. No matter how much she tried, they didn't react.

"I wonder if he heard what I wanted to tell him...." She looked up at the flaming clouds above that shrouded the world like layers of chains keeping them bound to it. As much as their world provided a home to its denizens, it was also a prison. Nobody would be able to live after leaving their nova source behind.

"The power of the Azurespirit will slowly be absorbed into...