Just as everything fell silent, a merciless sound descending from the sky shattered the curtain of tranquility.
'Victor's' lips trembled as he uttered the words:
"Then."
"Accept this world as your burial offering."
【Collapsing Star】
Buzz—Boom—
A cracking sound erupted, and a pale light, as thick as a divine tree, burst forth from the trembling pupils.
The light crashed fiercely against the earth, and in the blink of an eye, countless floating rocks suspended in the air were swallowed up by the light.
Not only that, but even the already riddled space and the world's rules and order were greatly impacted.
The rules became distorted and disordered under the impact of this force, and everything seemed to lose its original form.
It gradually crumbled amidst this erosion.
The surrounding space collapsed and shattered.
Within that, all the physical elements that make up the world seemed to have sunk into the abyss of nothingness, disappearing without a trace.
At the same time, the pale light that had fallen was still expanding its body.
It grows larger and larger at an alarming rate, constantly shattering wider spaces and erasing all the underlying laws of this world.
Under this attack that rendered everything meaningless, the howling, retreating waves were perfectly covered in the blink of an eye.
Today, people have long since given up the struggle.
They let intense despair resurface in their hearts, their blank stares simply welcoming the arrival of the corrosive light.
Even his mouth, agape in astonishment, was unable to utter a sound.
But at that moment, no one noticed.
In the Imperial Magic Academy, the watermelon that Rachel was holding tightly in her arms opened its eyes once again.
In that instant, the watermelon vanished without a trace.
Instead, a jet-black raven skillfully circled around Rachel's back.
From an unnoticed corner, it spreads its wings toward the sky eroded by darkness, toward the center of destruction.
...
The world-destroying streak of light fell from the sky at extreme speed.
In this attack, powerful enough to destroy the entire world and shatter world order.
No one noticed that a golden light suddenly shone from the center of the radiance.
Just as countless people were facing destruction in despair.
At the center of that unnoticed pillar of light, an obscure incantation, difficult to describe in words, resounded.
Immediately afterwards, a carefree and hearty laugh rang out from within the light:
Ha ha ha ha!
"A mere trick to deceive the eyes of a god!"
Click—
A sound like a mirror shattering emerged from the golden light, shattering the surrounding silence.
Within that golden light were cracks resembling the breaking of space itself.
Under the gaze of countless silent, blank stares, the crack appeared even larger.
It quickly filled the entire surface of golden light and continued to spread into the world that was submerged by pale, floating light.
A moment later, the vast world seemed to be filled with these strange cracks.
Bang!
Once again, the sound of shattering glass rang out.
But this time, the entire world, which was about to be destroyed, shattered and disappeared before everyone's eyes.
Instead, a world was engulfed in darkness.
The menacing pupil in the sky still exists, opening and closing as if absorbing endless magic power coming from all directions.
It was as if the attack had never happened; it was as if everything that had just occurred was merely an illusion.
But a moment later, everyone noticed the change in the world.
Their pupils cleared again, and they turned their gaze to the source of the sound that had come from the previous light.
The old man in the center of that light was none other than the Grand Master.
But at some point, he changed.
He wore a golden eagle helmet, golden armor, and a grey cloak.
His face was resolute yet serene, and his eyes shone with wisdom.
The branch staff that was originally in his hand was gone, replaced by a long spear that was full of holy aura and extremely sharp.
Although the golden light changed, the aura emanating from his body remained the same.
The old man still stroked his beard with his left hand and gripped his spear tightly with his right, standing quietly in place like a king.
He looked up at the sky, and chuckled softly at the now expressionless 'Victor' before him:
“Evil god, your magic, I, 'Odin,' have broken it.”
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