"Welcome to the Pinnacle Realm," declared, his voice carrying a quiet finality. "The Planetary Realm was forged with trees, sands, and stones resilient enough to endure the dying breath of a star, each fragment infused with the might of a Planetary level being. Yet even that pales before what stands here. The Pinnacle Realm rises above all realms I have ever created, crafted solely to contain the battles of entities like myself… battles so vast they could unmake galaxies."
Anthony's mind trembled beneath the weight of this revelation as his gaze swept across the expanse of the Pinnacle Realm. It appeared deceptively familiar, trees swaying gently, mountains piercing the sky, forests sprawling endlessly, oceans and rivers glimmering in the distance. And yet Klaus claimed these seemingly ordinary elements could endure the death throes of a galaxy itself.
A tree capable of withstanding such cataclysmic force? The very thought strained imagination.
