"I can’t let that one get through!"
Mycenae shrieked, his face twisting in panic. “Damn it—soul detonation!”
Boom!!
In the vast void of the Sentience Realm—far removed from the physical world—two forces had been locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse. The foremost of them, radiating a sinister, shadowy aura, suddenly and silently crumbled into dust.
Far away, in Pipano Citadel—
"Aaaaaahhh!!"
Mycenae convulsed violently, throwing his head back in a scream of agony. Even the thick tentacles that sprouted from his face disintegrated under the unbearable soul-rending pain, turning into shredded flesh and bloody foam.
Bang bang bang bang!!
The next instant, the upper half of Mycenae’s body—etched in spectral markings—erupted with a violent detonation. Half of his soul went with it, reduced to foul, dark dust.
Simultaneously, within a 500-kilometer radius centered around Pipano Citadel, nearly a million people collapsed where they stood. Eyes rolling wildly, blood streamed from all seven orifices, accompanied by unconscious shrieks. Then, their twitching bodies seemed to melt, dissolving into heaps of crimson and violet flesh.
In a flash, a thousand-mile stretch around the citadel descended into total silence—like an abandoned wasteland, utterly devoid of life.
And in that moment—
Within the sacrificial courtyard at the heart of Pipano Citadel, now the epicenter of this silent no-man’s land...
"......"
A pair of blood-drenched legs, pulsing with waves of rage and terror, darted madly across the courtyard.
The speed was so great that shockwaves burst from the air, and in the hundred-meter-wide sacrificial ring, Mycenae’s mutilated body pushed out visible sonic clouds with each burst of movement.
A few seconds later, his form reconstituted. Fully restored, Mycenae bared his fangs and glared with crimson eyes toward the South Pacific, growling:
“Who was that?! Who the hell are you?!”
No one answered.
All the witches who once scurried about on his orders had been slaughtered—by his own hand.
Mycenae was now utterly blind to the state of the outside world.
But truthfully, he’d never really cared.
For a thousand years, not a single being on this planet had ever drawn his attention.
To him, humanity was nothing but fresh biomass, fuel to feed his endless regeneration.
Even Monroe Holmes was no exception.
And yet—his enemy had crushed his bloodline descendant, and with a single glance, nearly obliterated half his soul and body.
If not for the desperate absorption of nearly one million souls and the mental power within this thousand-mile region, Mycenae’s remaining soul would have been completely annihilated.
“That entity... could erase me without effort?! The Sinborn Undeath Vessel is this powerless?”
Mycenae’s eyelids twitched violently. An endless wave of dread surged through his heart.
“How could something like that appear in a backwater world populated by low-tier lifeforms?! That power is at least Resplendent Moon level!”
“But even with the recent threefold rise in Primis concentration, this world barely matches the Witch Continent! None of this adds up—it’s insane! It’s just not fair!”
Grimacing in a mixture of grief and disbelief, he clenched his jaw. All those centuries of scheming—had they all been in vain?
Mycenae bared his fangs and growled under his breath:
“No. That being is too powerful—I have to hide. No one’s going to exterminate all two billion people of Eliondra. I just need to lay low... until Lazarus’ Pool fully enslaves humanity. Until Earth’s will is completely consumed and bent to my control! Hmph... hmph... ha ha ha ha!!”
Eyes wide and bloodshot, he snarled:
“Just wait... wait until I ascend to Resplendent Moon tier. Then I’ll return—and I’ll butcher you like a dog!”
Whoosh——
Mycenae vanished into thin air.
And with that, the entire Pipano Citadel began to blur and fade.
With a gust of unnatural wind, the once-ethereal citadel flickered—and disappeared completely.
Then, at the far boundary between reality and the void, an immense shadow loomed.
An enormous dark citadel, constructed entirely from countless ancient stone coffins, emerged from the gloom.
At last, Pipano Citadel revealed its true form.
In a cold, cavernous chamber at its heart, Mycenae reappeared. Stretching his arms wide, he released thousands of fleshy crimson tendrils that burst from his body, lashing outward and impaling the surrounding stone walls.
Rip rip rip rip——
The coffin-walls of the citadel slowly unfurled into thousands of pitch-black wings.
Like the night sky itself, the vast wings beat at high speed, propelling the mountainous fortress forward, gathering momentum with a thunderous rumble as it tore into the void.
“Heh heh heh heh~”
Mycenae threw back his head and laughed with manic delight.
“As long as the citadel stays near the boundary of reality, the link between Lazarus’ Pool and the people of Eliondra will hold. And I’ll keep flowing, drifting through the countless dreamscapes of the Sentience Realm—no one will ever find me!”
“Right now, I am the collective will of Eliondra. I am its God! What can you do to me?!”
“So what if your power’s overwhelming? This isn’t about brute force—it’s about who holds more cards, who survives until the end! Worst case, I’ll just down a Regret Potion...”
Frowning, he muttered to himself:
“No… only two Regret Potions left. I have to save them for when I return to the Witch Continent. Whatever threat this is on Earth... it’s nothing compared to those monsters back home.”
With that decision made, Mycenae focused his will, urging the citadel to tear through the void of the Sentience Realm at high speed.
As it streaked across the gloom, shadowy glimmers flickered to life around the ancient coffin citadel—faint silhouettes of the natural wonders of Eliondra: the towering Alps, the winding Rhine River, the sunlit Mediterranean Sea.
This endless twilight was the rift between reality and the Sentience Realm.
At the very heart of the Eliondra continent—
Above Vilnius Grand Square.
Seraphine (Clone) floated serenely in the sky, arms crossed, suspended several hundred meters above the earth.
She had been here for quite some time.
Though this clone possessed a mental power in the tens of billions—easily capable of sweeping across the entirety of Eliondra—even with this overwhelming force, her search yielded nothing.
Not a trace of Mycenae, who had dared provoke her only moments ago.
It was as if he had completely vanished from existence.
But no—that wasn’t quite right.
As her mental sweep deepened, Seraphine began to notice something strange.
Every mountain peak.
Every branch of a river.
Every grain of earth.
Every living person.
Each carried the faintest trace of Mycenae’s aura.
It was so light, so intangible, like mist—but inseparably entwined with the very fabric of the continent. As if all of Eliondra had become one with him.
Eyes narrowing, Seraphine activated Eye of True Revelation and Chaos Calculation, locking onto her target’s location.
A few seconds passed.
And then, the result surfaced in her mind:
【Wandering at the edge of reality, Soul Linked with All Spirits, Life Bound to All Beings, Continent Undying, Witch King Immortal】
“So that’s it,” she whispered with a quiet smile.
“You’ve hidden yourself well... even dragging an entire continent and its people down with you as your shield. Creative.”
She shook her head slightly, amused.
“But did you think this would stop me? Na?ve.”
Thump thump thump thump thump thump~~
Helicopters buzzed overhead, encircling her from all directions.
Over the roar of the blades, loudspeakers blared aggressive warnings in Elionari, the native tongue.
It was all the usual diplomatic rhetoric:
She was trespassing on Eliondra’s airspace.
Violating international law.
If she didn’t vacate immediately, they’d be forced to take action.
Seraphine didn’t even need to look to sense their panic.
Fear.
Confusion.
A tightrope walk between awe and terror, written all over their stiff faces.
“Insolent insects.”
Below her, the grand square was now packed with spectators.
Cameras.
Phones.
Binoculars.
All pointed toward the sky.
People whispered in hushed tones, gesturing, speculating. Some reverent. Some annoyed. Some... obscene.
Seraphine could hear each word with perfect clarity:
“What is she even doing up there?”
“Striking a pose? What a show-off.”
“Where are the guards? Shoot her down already.”
“O Lord, smite this blasphemer from the sky!”
“Wow… she’s beautiful, though.”
“Heh, I saw her too. If I could just grab her and put her in an adult fi—"
“Enough.”
Seraphine’s voice was a whisper on the wind.
“Better to draw the firewood from under the cauldron.”
Her floating stance shifted. She began to ascend again, slowly but deliberately.
The dozen-plus helicopters shadowing her instantly matched her rise, maintaining close pursuit.
By this point, her presence had already triggered a full-blown diplomatic incident. The Eliondra authorities had formally contacted the Emberlight Empire, issuing a strongly-worded protest via the Foreign Affairs Department, demanding an explanation and threatening retaliation.
If Seraphine didn’t vacate Eliondra airspace or clarify her purpose, they claimed, the use of force could not be ruled out.
All consequences, they insisted, would be borne solely by Emberlight.
Back in Emberlight, however...
The Foreign Affairs Department had no idea what was going on.
Most of the Empire’s top officials were still immersed in arrangements for the old emperor’s funeral and the new empress’s coronation. Eliondra’s protests simply... slipped through the cracks.
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No one responded.
No one followed up.
The issue was quietly shelved.
Whoosh whoosh——
The wind roared past.
Seraphine soared swiftly to an altitude of six thousand meters.
Then—she stopped. Perfect stillness at that height.
Down below, in the square...
Tens of thousands of Eliondrans craned their necks toward the heavens, blank expressions on their faces.
Everyone had the same question:
Is she leaving now...?
What is she planning to do?
Thump thump thump thump thump thump~~
Dozens of helicopters, unable to reach the altitude of six thousand meters, could only hover beneath her—glaring upward, helpless—while frantically relaying status reports back to central command via radio.
Up in the sky—
Seraphine stood motionless, expression serene and otherworldly. With quiet grace, she slowly lifted her hands, palms cupped and forming a pyramid-like gesture in front of her chest.
Hum——
Between her hands, a small vortex suddenly swirled into existence: the gateway to her Dimensional Pocket.
From its depths, dozens of glowing spheres surged outward, each one pulsing with concentrated electrical energy.
These were the Stormlight Devastators.
The vortex between her palms instantly expanded, and with a whooshing rush, hundreds—then thousands—more orbs came flooding out.
For several long seconds, the dazzling tide continued to spill forth, until at last it ceased. Now, before her floated over five thousand Stormlight Devastators, hovering in a neat, shimmering formation.
The Dimensional Pocket closed with a soft shimmer.
Seraphine closed her eyes, calmly calculating.
“Each beam cannon has an effective kill zone of 1,500 to 2,000 square kilometers… But its true core destruction radius—where energy is most concentrated—is only around 100 square kilometers.”
“Eliondra spans nearly 10 million square kilometers.”
She paused, brows furrowing in thought.
“This stockpile won’t even come close.”
As she pondered, the surrounding Ether stirred in response to her will.
Invisible threads of energy spiraled toward her, drawn as if by instinct.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In mere seconds, radiant brilliance condensed all around her. Arcs of lightning snapped through the air.
Stormlight Devastators began to materialize directly into the world—summoned not from a storage space, but forged from Ether itself.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
Tens of thousands.
Hundreds of thousands.
Each glowing orb crackled with volatile, city-shattering energy. They manifested around Seraphine in an ever-growing halo, orbiting her like rogue moons caught in perfect gravitational lockstep.
And soon—
Alongside the five thousand orbs from her Dimensional Pocket, over 900,000 additional Stormlight Devastators had joined them.
In total, one million crackling warheads hovered in synchronized formation around Seraphine—each one humming with destructive resonance.
She nodded, pleased.
With a mere flicker of thought, the orbs began to converge.
Drawn together by some unseen code, they spiraled in tighter and tighter formation—merging, layering, condensing.
In the span of a single second, Seraphine refined them into a single massive spell structure—a devastating wide-area AOE weapon, built on the foundation of the Stormlight Devastators.
This new move preserved the Devastator’s raw electric fury but was further augmented through cutting-edge Ether-control algorithms, sharpened by dozens of personal refinements, powered by Mercury race energy cores she had deciphered, and stabilized with advanced superpower research protocols.
Layer by layer, she stacked power on top of power—culminating in a construct no longer bound by mere electricity, but composed of pure radiant energy: light and heat intense enough to melt cities, vaporize armies, and reduce nations to ash.
Yet—Seraphine didn’t even bother to name it.
To her, this was trivial.
She could design dozens, hundreds of similar weapons in a single afternoon.
Ultimately, it was just one more way to release power.
Swish swish swish swish——
At last, all one million Devastators fused together, forming an impossibly bright, incredibly complex white sphere of energy that hovered between Seraphine’s open palms—its surface rippling like liquid sunfire.
She gazed downward at the continent beneath her.
A dangerous hunger bloomed in her eyes.
A twisted smile curled on her lips.
“With the fall of the three great Ether tides... this world has descended into chaos. So many nations. So many races. All crammed onto this fragile little planet.”
“Now that I stand at the peak of Earth’s power—this world must be ruled by me.”
“The world shall be unified!”
Her voice cracked across the skies like a thunderclap—rattling the heavens, shaking the ground.
Her words were heard not just by the tens of thousands in Vilnius Square…
They echoed across the entire Eliondra continent.
Because each word Seraphine spoke was interwoven with titanic mental power—they weren’t just heard, they were felt.
Her voice pierced through air and earth, rippling across hundreds, even thousands of kilometers.
All across international cities, through hundreds of thousands of towns and villages—
Nearly two billion people heard her.
They clutched their heads as mental pressure buzzed through their minds, a splitting sound invading every corner of their consciousness.
One by one, they looked up at the sky in stunned silence.
Why stunned?
Because although the voice echoing in their ears spoke a foreign tongue, they somehow understood every single word—clearly, effortlessly, unmistakably.
And what the voice proclaimed...
Was nothing short of a declaration:
She intended to unify the world.
To rule the Earth.
“What... did she just say?”
“That’s insane!”
“She’s speaking Emberic!”
At that moment, across the entire continent of Eliondra, everyone who had ever heard of Seraphine—those in the know, the well-informed, the buried deep within the intelligence agencies—all felt their faces drain of color.
They knew she was dangerous.
But this?
Even with the full force of nuclear warfare, obliterating the entire continent was seen as nearly impossible.
Yet here she was... openly stating her intent to do exactly that.
It didn’t matter whether it sounded insane—because no one actually knew where her limits lay.
Not the generals.
Not the politicians.
Not the spies.
Not even the tech seers who specialized in power-tier predictions.
They had guessed.
They had modeled.
They had simulated countless worst-case scenarios in war rooms.
But no one—no one—had ever seriously considered what it would mean for a single person to become capable of erasing a nation from the face of the planet.
And thus...
They didn’t know how to react.
Because no doctrine, no strategy, no diplomatic protocol existed to address such a threat.
High above the ground, the skies were still a pristine blue.
Hum——
The blinding sphere of light between Seraphine’s palms pulsed with rising intensity. A shockwave of raw energy rippled outward, tearing across the heavens, clearing the entire sky in a single instant.
Every cloud—gone.
Scattered to dust.
Thousands of kilometers of open sky, utterly bare.
On the ground, tens of thousands of people froze in place, their faces twisted in horror.
They instinctively stepped back, unable to fight the overwhelming sense of dread blooming in their hearts.
In Vilnius Grand Square,
Seraphine slowly looked down at the earth below.
Her expression calm.
Her tone absolute.
“Ignorance breeds arrogance.
And in the process of unification, the ignorant always resist—like mantises trying to stop a chariot.
Their struggle brings only slaughter and rivers of blood.
So—better a short death than a prolonged agony.
I have decided:
I will now release a fraction of my power and erase the entire Eliondra continent.
Let this be a message to the world.
Any who refuse to submit—
Remember Eliondra.”
Her divine voice faded into the still air.
And silence followed.
The entire continent held its breath.
Everyone looked up at the woman in the sky.
Some faces showed disbelief.
Others twisted with rage.
Some were filled with pure terror.
They didn’t believe this was possible.
They thought she was bluffing.
Boasting.
A madwoman with delusions of grandeur.
But then...
Some people began to collapse—knees buckling beneath them, their limbs trembling uncontrollably.
Others dropped to the ground in prayer, feverishly crossing themselves, begging for divine intervention—pleading for salvation.
Still others screamed profanities into the wind, fists raised in impotent rage.
A few drew sidearms and began firing wildly at the sky, consumed by the primal terror of annihilation, bullets screaming upward in a futile defiance.
At the highest reaches of the atmosphere—
Seraphine let out a soft sigh.
Then, a faint smile.
“From this moment forward...
You will know pain without end.”
The orb of light between her palms began to expand.
A million thunderbolts burst forth, crackling and colliding.
Boom!!!!
A second sun was born in the sky above Earth.
The light sphere surged to a scale of several kilometers wide—its glow eclipsing the heavens themselves.
The endless white brilliance washed over the land, over the mountains and oceans, the cities and farmlands, casting everything in the purest, most blinding light.
A light not meant for eyes.
A light that vaporized shadows.
Boom!!!!!
The once-clear blue sky and sunlight vanished in an instant, swallowed by darkness.
From Seraphine’s outstretched palm, the colossal orb of light expanded at terrifying speed—anything it touched was instantly incinerated: air, clouds, the very wind itself. The great cathedral square below was reduced to ash, along with the towering skyscrapers and historic buildings surrounding it. The entire city—its one million inhabitants—was obliterated in the blink of an eye.
Each streak of blazing light that descended from above carried a level of destruction far surpassing ten thousand nuclear warheads, each with yields in the tens of millions of tons of TNT.
But that wasn’t all.
As the searing sphere of light expanded, it unleashed a continuous barrage of powerful electromagnetic pulses and high-energy beams. These tore through space in all directions, battering the landscape with reckless fury.
Within seconds, the entire city had become an infernal wasteland of pure thermal devastation—screaming under the weight of over 100 quintillion joules of unleashed energy.
The raw force was so immense that even the earth's crust—hundreds of kilometers away—began to quake violently.
Mountain ranges collapsed.
Rivers shattered into dry ruin.
The earth itself heaved like a living thing in torment, buckling into wild surges hundreds, even thousands of meters high. Waves of earth and rock erupted like a landbound tsunami, roaring outwards, devouring all in their path. Trees, stones, sand, mud, entire forests—all swept up into this apocalyptic surge, dragged for miles and pulverized in the maelstrom.
From the smoldering epicenter, the destruction radiated outward in concentric waves, each layer of the advancing torrent tearing across the world like a stampede of stone dragons.
Beneath this cascading avalanche of annihilation, nothing remained unscathed. Mountains were crushed. Rivers erased. Every structure, every remnant of civilization was swallowed whole.
Now, it seemed, the only thing left between heaven and earth was this churning, continent-wide tide of devastation—layer upon layer of thunderous ruin stretching for thousands of miles.
And it didn't stop there.
The tremors spread far beyond the impact zone, racing outward and shaking the entire Eliondra continent. Even in distant lands, the shockwaves—though greatly weakened—toppled cities and cracked open mountains.
With each quake, ancient cathedrals and modern skyscrapers alike collapsed, crushing screaming crowds in their final moments. Thousands died within seconds, buried beneath rubble, smeared across the ground as mangled pulp.
And this was merely the prelude.
The Thunder Kings had only just begun their slaughter—and already, hundreds of thousands were dead.
At the heart of Eliondra, where Seraphine’s judgment had landed—
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!!!
The thermal torrent boiled and surged, splitting the skies and shaking the earth.
It shattered mountain ranges.
It evaporated rivers and lakes.
Even the clouds overhead were torn apart, scattered into drifting flakes like burning snow. They mingled with the ash and dust that now rained from the heavens—dark raindrops that painted the scorched land in despair.
It was as if the world itself were weeping.
The land beneath became riddled with glowing red craters and burning fault lines. Magma erupted from the depths of the planet, spewing forth like millions of fire-breathing dragons, racing across the scorched terrain. Gorges split wide, rivers of molten rock cascading through a sea of flames.
The atmosphere itself burned.
The sky turned a blood-red hue, cloaked in ash and smoke.
Light speared the heavens.
Flames devoured the earth.
The entire world seemed to be trembling, collapsing, melting—falling apart.
From the heavens, the expanding “sun” spawned shockwaves of monstrous force. These rippled outward like doomsday whirlwinds, each wave traveling at speeds far beyond sound.
It didn’t matter how heavy or resilient the material—under the assault of this apocalyptic tide, all things were ripped apart, reduced to fragments.
The broken ground, already ravaged by the rock and soil torrents, was further scoured by these shockwaves. What was once land became desolate wasteland.
And then—
Not even a full second had passed.
The ever-growing orb of light from above caught up with the shockwave it had created and devoured it whole.
Not even ruin could escape it.
It expanded faster, brighter, hungrier—illuminating an ever-wider swath of the planet.
“...”
There was no sound.
Because the speed of destruction had long since eclipsed the speed of sound itself.
The devouring light surged in all directions, greedily consuming the world at impossible speed.
Even the earth-waves, which had once crashed and clawed their way across the land, were now overtaken. They were melted, vaporized, reduced to curling smoke as the growing sun absorbed them all.
At this point, it seemed that nothing remained—no people, no cities, no gods—only the all-consuming, suffocating heat of this world-ending force.
100 kilometers.
200 kilometers.
300 kilometers.
Every ancient town and thriving city along the path was instantly vaporized the moment the blazing light swept over them.
Countless buildings—along with hundreds of millions of lives—were turned to ash and blood in an instant. No one escaped.
400 kilometers.
500 kilometers.
This was northern Eliondra, currently locked in polar night.
Icy winds screamed, and heavy snow drifted endlessly under shimmering auroras in the sky.
Beneath the mountains draped in white, cities and towns lay peacefully in the cold.
Then came the light.
In a flash, the entire night sky ignited—blinding and absolute.
In a single moment, the long night vanished, replaced by searing brilliance. Everything was reduced to burning dust.
Even the grand and ancient mountain ranges only lasted a second before melting down into molten rivers of lava.
The frozen ground beneath them—solid permafrost and stone—was scorched and caved in by hundreds or thousands of meters, leaving behind cratered, red wastelands.
600 kilometers.
700 kilometers.
800 kilometers.
In southern Eliondra, the Mediterranean trembled as if sensing the world’s end.
Savage winds stirred up monstrous waves. One by one, colossal walls of water rose, then came crashing down in fury, splintering into endless raindrops.
These, along with the heaving sea, hammered hundreds of thousands of ships.
Terrified sailors gazed upward, praying to their gods, as though the sea itself—faithful companion to Eliondra for millennia—was wailing in despair.
“……”
The expanding Range of Light, roaring faster than sound, tore the sky apart and split the earth wide open as it surged forth.
Everywhere it went, it left only ruin.
Billions of tons of seawater were vaporized in an instant, together with dozens of coastal towns and cities.
Not a single life remained.
900 kilometers.
1,000 kilometers.
1,500 kilometers.
Western Eliondra—nerve center of the Holy Eliondra Alliance.
Here were its richest cities, strongest militaries, grandest cathedrals, and most powerful political leaders.
This land had long been the jewel of the continent.
Now, it was chaos.
Hundreds of millions of Eliondrans had realized, far too late, what was coming.
They didn’t know what Seraphine had done, or what had provoked this cataclysm.
What they did know, bitterly, was that they had no way to fight back.
There was no salvation.
Only death.
Then, from the east, a second sun rose.
It soared, swelling in size, a mass of annihilation.
And as it rose, it consumed everything in its path—countless cities, the screams of millions, and thousands of aircraft desperately fleeing through the sky.
It pressed forward, unstoppably, chasing the very edge of the world.
2,500 kilometers.
3,500 kilometers.
4,000 kilometers.
“……”
Far out at sea, beyond the coast of Eliondra, a covert surveillance ship—disguised year-round as a fishing trawler—had just pulled back from Emberlight waters and was heading home.
But their return was already too late.
The message from military command had arrived:
“Eliondra is gone. Seraphine has wiped it out. Your final mission: run. Run as far as you can.”
As the crew processed the news in stunned silence, one of them looked up.
“…Why is it so bright outside? Wasn’t it overcast?”
The captain shoved past them, seized the binoculars, and turned toward the horizon—his instincts screaming.
Then he saw it.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!!
A vast, boundless wall of light—silent, yet deafening—was racing across the ocean toward them.
As it moved, it vaporized tens of millions of tons of seawater, spewing plumes of steam that blanketed the sky and sea.
GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE!!
Even the deep ocean beneath the ship was beginning to boil.
A thick, gray canopy of clouds—formed from evaporating ocean water—swelled overhead. They churned and collided, squeezing together, and crackled with growing electricity.
Any moment now, they would release a massive grid of lightning across the sky.
The captain stood frozen.
“…Oh my god… What… what the fuck is that?!”
He reeled back in terror, tripping over himself as the other crew members rushed forward to look.
They, too, went pale as they saw the wall of fire and light consuming the sea, racing straight toward them.
Panic took hold. Screams filled the air.
“Oh Lord!!”
“Ahhhh!”
“My God!!”
One by one, the crew collapsed on deck, paralyzed by the sight.
That massive wall of light—too vast to comprehend—was almost upon them.
And in that moment of dread, they realized:
It wasn’t that the wall was advancing…
They were falling into it.
Falling—into the sun itself.
And thus, the Eliondra continent…
And its two billion people…
Were no more.
