Five minutes was very little time, and although it took a while to narrate the events of the fierce battle, the allotted time had already slipped away.
The mysterious will of the secret realm descended upon the crowd once again, its voice resounding through the air with a thunderous echo that seemed to shake the very platform beneath their feet.
This time, unlike before, there was a strange pause in its tone, as though even this unfathomable entity was taken aback by the sheer carnage and devastation that lay before it.
In Kranos's previous life, when the trial had reached this point, thousands still stood alive despite the chaos. But now, the platform felt unnervingly empty, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the formation beneath their feet and the distant rustle of wind.
On one side stood the nine individuals who had successfully obtained the relics. On the other side were the ten God Realm experts from the Scarlet Moon Organization, their expressions unreadable.
