When the hands of the clock reached the Morning hour, a day had just passed by.
A new day began with the rise of the sun.
Although the world was still shrouded in dense Black Fog, people could vaguely feel the difference.
That sense of terror, gloom, erosion, and Pollution had all weakened somewhat, and the monsters had become relatively silent, with Spiritual Energy settling down.
Rod's perception was the most direct; the resistance he felt when his blade cut through Demons decreased, nearly vanishing, as if slicing through the air.
He immediately reduced his output of Spiritual Energy, maintaining the resistance to a level akin to cutting through thin paper.
At the same time, he felt he had reached a new plateau in utilizing Chaotic State Spiritual Power, effortlessly entering that miraculous State with a wave of his hand, with his Spiritual Power's Destructive Power rising yet again.
