The explosion of white vitality swallowed everything.
For a moment, there was only blinding radiance—like a newborn sun had bloomed inside the god realm. The shockwave rolled across floating continents, bending divine structures, shaking the sky itself. Pure life energy, too much of it, too violently released, devoured everything in its radius.
Then…
slowly…
the light began to fade.
What remained was devastation.
The Divine World Tree stood half-burned and half-torn, its once-radiant leaves now charred and falling like dying embers. Massive branches had snapped apart. The trunk was cracked, leaking streams of fading vitality that evaporated into the air.
Silence settled over the ruined battlefield.
Within the thinning glow, a silhouette appeared.
A man stood at the center of it all.
