The Curse Eaters gazed upon the aftermath of the explosion with solemn expressions etched across their faces. Had such an attack been unleashed beyond the confines of Earth, it would have devastated the entire continent—reducing the land to ash, distorting the very laws that governed reality itself.
Preserving the integrity of the Tenth Empyrean World was precisely why Adam had chosen to contain the battle within this isolated sector, rather than activating the vast formations that protected the Judgment Day Kingdom.
At last, the blazing light began to fade.
Everything within the blast radius had been consumed. The buildings that were as strong as Limit Alpha Omega Overgod Treasures were disintegrated into nothingness. What remained was a vast, molten basin carved into the ground, its edges still glowing with residual heat. And at the very center of that devastation, only one figure still stood.
Anark.
