The sky ripped open.
Winds surged across the Divine Sea as a pillar of abyssal mana punched through the clouds. The world shook. Every guardian beast on the coast fell silent. Even the dormant volcanoes of the southern ridge stirred awake for a moment.
Because Alvin was not walking toward the Creator's Divine Island.
He was tearing his way in.
The barrier that shielded the Creator's sanctum glowed blinding white as Alvin slammed into it like a meteor. It rippled outward in expanding rings of celestial light, but cracks spidered through the surface almost immediately.
Alvin's long black hair whipped around him like a banner of war. His blue eyes blazed with a mix of desperation and fury, and his mana burned so fiercely that the ocean beneath his feet frothed in boiling waves.
He struck the barrier again.
And again.
Until the Creator finally spoke.
The sky trembled. The sea went still. The barrier dissolved into a rain of golden dust.
