"The will of the multiverse, you actually thought the same as me."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and performed a spell seal.
Yet around the White Night Spirit King, long threads emerged in the void.
Upon each thread, there was a human entwined.
These threads pierced the tops of their heads, clinging to their flesh, coiling around their bones.
No matter how slightly they wished to move, they had to obtain permission first.
A dense web appeared.
Humans trapped within the net, still alive, all wore expressions of pain.
"As ultimate creations, we cannot exert our full power; we are like the sun and moon of the divine spirits, the weapons of humanity."
"—So choosing humans as masters is correct."
"They are too weak. As long as you control them—then you can be your own master."
The White Night Spirit King reached out and gently plucked a thread.
On the web, a human was manipulated by the thread, immediately performing a series of actions, quickly forming a spell seal.
