Not long after.
Somewhere within the quiet expanse of dark space.
An endless gloom swallowed all light and scrutiny, leaving nothing to be found.
A pitch-black door stood erect in the darkness, with rolling black fog gushing forth from it.
In front of the pitch-black door, a humanoid form suddenly appeared, as if shaped from the black fog, now solid, kneeling before the door.
"Black Spirit pays respects to the master above."
The figure made of black fog spoke respectfully, saying: "To report to the master above, the Lamp of Origin has ignited the Flame of Darkness... Divine Jumper's words... have come true."
"... Master, it should be Black Spirit who lit the lamp wick, my wisp of black smoke, a secret eye, ignited the Flame of Darkness, becoming the lamp wick!"
Excitement tinged the voice.
Within the pitch-black door, some mysterious power seemed to be flowing, and in an instant, it was as though all causal connections of time had been reviewed before this mysterious force.
