"Three Super God-grade Soul Seals in my grasp… so in the end, I still came to this point."
"To kill the damned, and warn the world."
Orson let out a slow breath. Starting a civil war within the fusion world had never been his goal. It only weakened the adventurers, piling up needless deaths. But he had no other choice.
As his words faded, the sea erupted. Waves like jagged cliffs surged, the sky weighed down with clouds heavy as lead, threatening to crush the world.
Tsunamis dozens of meters high rose up, carrying entire fleets—warships, destroyers, carriers—sweeping them straight into the depths.
In an instant, the entire coalition fleet's alarms shrieked, wailing like the cries of the world before the end.
Thousands of terrified adventurers rode their flying beasts frantically through the sky, trying to flee.
"What is that… God, please tell me this isn't real!"
Davis, normally a proud atheist, screamed in panic as he stumbled back toward the glow of a teleportation array.
