[: 3rd POV :]
As the fusion of the ninety nine newly conquered worlds finally reached its conclusion, silence descended across Terria.
The violent tremors that had shaken the planet gradually came to an end.
The fractured sky slowly repaired itself.
The countless cracks spread across reality stitched themselves back together as though they had never existed.
The overwhelming surge of mana stabilized.
The newly formed continents settled into place.
The oceans ceased their roaring.
The mountains stopped rising.
The world had finally accepted its newest members.
One hundred worlds had become one.
Within Daniel's Inner Sanctum, the colossal Tree of Sanctum stood more magnificent than ever before.
Its trunk had become incomparably larger, radiating an ancient aura that seemed capable of supporting countless worlds.
One hundred glowing planetary cores rested peacefully upon its countless branches.
Each represented a living world.
Each represented an entire civilization.
