Looking down on Western Continent from a height.

The vast land was littered with signs of destruction. A ravine had torn through half of Serene South, at the end of which lay a giant ditch several kilometers in diameter. There were countless cracks fanning out in every direction.

The ravine was oozing dark mist. The energy seemed sparse, but no one could see through it or find out how deep the gully ran.

The air in the giant ditch wasn’t calm, either. Dark mist drifted about like wads of cotton, erupting into miniature storms as they collided into other objects. Amidst flames and sparks, the earth was trembling from the impact of the origin power explosions.

The soil around the ravine and giant pit were now covered in bare earth and rocks, almost as though they had been tilled. There wasn’t a single trace of animals or vegetation.

Up in the sky, where ordinary people could not hope to see, origin power fluctuations were shuttling about irregularly. Appearing, disappearing, and clashing together from time to time amidst a tempest of flames.

This apocalyptic scene had appeared within a mere ten exchanges.

Neither the Radiant Emperor nor Habsburg chose to observe or launch probing attacks. They had both chosen to let loose and go all out from the beginning.

The Radiant Emperor’s Teia clashed against the Spear of Eternity, producing a hum that spread far and wide. It sounded as though the world itself was weeping.

Thunderbolts flew in all directions, so much so that the mountains and rivers trembled!...