The battle above the ocean had grown more explosive with every passing moment. The once endless sea had become a death field where anything below the rank of a Peak Prima Deity would be instantly annihilated. Yet even titans have limits, and those limits were beginning to show.
The forces of the Imperium of Time were riddled with wounds—some grave enough to threaten even their lives. Across the battlefield, their blood stained the waves, their breaths came ragged, and their divine auras flickered.
On the other side, the Scarlet King was equally battered. The torrent of world energy that had been flooding into him since his Resurrección was finally waning. His body bore wounds so deep they carved into bone, his left eye was gone, one leg was charred black from dark plasma. And yet… his gaze remained utterly focused, empty of hesitation. It was as if, even if the world crumbled into dust and his heart was destroyed, he would not falter.
