"She says she's fighting to liberate the planet and specters, yet at the same time sacrificing all those specters… doesn't that contradict her cause? I would argue she needs to take them somewhere save in the planet and defend them or something" Robin muttered, his eyes fixed on the colossal battlefield that stretched before him like a nightmare come to life.
This was only the second time in his life he had witnessed so many World Cataclysms and Nexus States clashing in a single place. The first had been above the Galactic Seed Varilion—but back then, he had seen only flashes, fragments of chaos. Now he saw everything with piercing clarity.
Each blow was apocalyptic in scale. A single strike carried enough force to unravel space itself.
If one of those attacks had landed in Jura—or on any planet in the Young Belt—it would have shattered the heavens, broken the local laws of reality, and reduced the land beneath to quivering sludge before dissolving entirely.
