The abyssal rift that ripped open from the void emitted an intensely pale light.

Under the terrifying influence of the white hole, the heterochromatic magic became extremely chaotic.

Countless remnants of magic swept across the sky like a hurricane, swirling and coalescing into the depths of nothingness along the patterns of the giant white maw.

Under the influence of this terrifying force, not only was natural magic drawn into it, but the material world also rapidly shattered under this powerful suction.

The rocks suspended in mid-air appear to be peeled away layer by layer, with the outer skin separating from the core.

Countless fragments spiraled upwards under the pull of suction, converging towards the pale center.

Not only that, even the invisible winds and waves became incredibly violent under the tearing force of this immense power.

The colossal storm soaring into the sky and the fragmented clouds condensed high in the air were torn into strips of gauze, swirling towards the pale depths.

Storm and rock intertwine in this extreme tearing, like two entangled ropes constantly being pulled by a white, immense force.

Now, the sky, which was once filled with chaos, seems to have come to an end.

But the tearing force goes far beyond that.

Flaming ashes, scorching lava, howling water, and raindrops.

A giant tree that had been cut down, leaves and petals fluttering wildly.

There was also grass and soil.

They were all strongly attracted by this white hole.

Even the lightning that was already high in the sky was distorted by this power.

The dark purple light seemed to lose its color under the pale illumination, transforming into sharp thorns that twisted and surged towards the white hole.

Similarly, countless buildings that broke through the land of Shulburn were not spared.

The towering towers and soaring castles were dismantled like simple building blocks.

They were disassembled piece by piece, and the originally intricate patterns became fragmented and could no longer be pieced back together.

The dark stones were crushed with a deafening roar, flying into the sky.

They charged through the arena filled with countless spectators, heading straight for that giant white maw.

The sky shattered like a broken mirror, and nothingness suddenly appeared.

The colorless sky fragments were smashed and plucked off like a mirror.

Even the deeper void was continuously drawn away by the entanglement of natural magic, rolling forward in an endless stream.

Countless spectators stared at the sky, their pupils completely filled with this pale white light.

The appearance of this white abyss seemed to foreshadow that the entire world would be completely swallowed up by it.

Countless people stared wide-eyed, sitting in their seats in a daze.

As if their consciousness had been stripped away by a white hole, everyone was frozen in place like a sculpture.

Even Persephone, looking at the white hole from afar, stared blankly.

She couldn't help but murmur:

"Is this... the power of the Goddess of Nature?"

Rivi, who was standing next to him, caught the surprise in Persephone's voice and couldn't help but show a proud expression.

At this moment, Erica, who was in the distance, was also mesmerized by this scene.

Suddenly, she remembered something, snapped out of her reverie, and quickly pointed to the white void in the sky.

He then said to the dazed and lifeless Aurelion beside him:

"Quick, look at that!"

Aurelion's gaze was already fixed on that distorted, trembling white.

His eyes, etched with star-like patterns, trembled slightly, as if he were seeing the true form of the world's origin.

Before this pale expanse, the vast world appears so fragile and insignificant, as if heralding an impending end.

The whiteness, not yet fully released, signifies the power concentrated deep within, yet not yet fully revealed.

But it has already revealed only the tip of the iceberg of absolute destruction, announcing a merciless judgment to the entire world.

Just as Aurelion was immersed in that chaotic power and unable to extricate herself.

Suddenly a voice interrupted her lost thoughts:

"Look! I can learn that magic someday!"

Aurelion: "..."

What kind of human language is that?

Aurelion turned her head, gave the excited Erica a disdainful look, and didn't say anything more.

This level of power can no longer be called magic.

Erica actually said that she could learn it in the future?

How is that possible?

Just as she was thinking this...

The next second, the distorted and chaotic white hole suddenly expanded.

This interrupted Aurelion's thoughts once again, drawing her gaze intently in that direction.

The pale colors engulfed the vast starry night sky, and the thin, delicate cracks seemed to expand to both sides.

Like a white balloon about to burst, it is in grave danger.

This unusual scene attracted even more attention.

The gasps from the audience grew louder and louder, layer upon layer, becoming noisy and chaotic.

Even Zeus's gaze was drawn to this swollen, pale mass.

His empty eye sockets revealed an intense sense of bewilderment, and attention was drawn to this force.

No, this is not magic.

This is the collection of the purest natural energies released by the six major calamities.

Compared to the purgatory formed from emotions and desires unleashed by the previous seven demons,

This pure, natural chaos is all the more awe-inspiring.

Even in Zeus's mind, an utterly absurd thought emerged:

Will he die if he takes this attack?

wrong……

Is it really possible for him, a god, to face death?

Just like Athena and Poseidon.

Just as Zeus was deep in thought, the Meteor General standing before him sprang into action once more.

He dragged his massive, steel body, engulfed in pale flames, and stood heavily on the earth.

At this moment, he was only inches away from Zeus.

Its magnificent and expansive body, like a high wall ravaged by flames, attempts to shield Zeus from attacks from afar.

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