The sky is about to collapse.
If anything can describe the situation at this moment, these four words barely suffice.
However, it completely fails to capture the shock of the moment.
The New World Tree itself already traverses a vast and boundless star river, the projection of the ancient battlefield within is but an instant, yet remains immensely grand.
As it is pierced, it churns everything within the star river, as if faint black and white is seeping out.
This is what is mentioned when the World Tree blooms, surpassing space and time, paving a road through the buried traces of the Old Days.
And the changes are naturally intense.
"Did you feel it?"
A Divine Son murmured as he looked up, "Divinity is boiling."
The previous Divine Summon was only a projected descent, having the god but not the form, suppressing the surrounding monster tide merely through the unreachable, unchallengeable level of a god's life.