"RUMBLE!"
In the next instant, the sky itself started to quake—not only above Cain and Urin, but across the entirety of the Second Realm. Mountains groaned. Seas churned. Even the distant layers of reality shuddered as if something vast had stirred beneath existence itself.
Under the shocked and awe-filled gazes of the warriors of both the Freedom Path and the Life Path, threads of radiant gold began to manifest across the firmament. They did not fall like lightning or rain, but unfurled slowly, deliberately, weaving themselves into patterns that defied geometry.
"The World Matrix!"
Urin's eyes widened as she stared at the manifestation of the Crimson World Matrix. Her heart lurched violently when she saw the scarlet plasma wings at Cain's back fuse seamlessly with those golden threads, acting as conduits that drew upon the structure of reality itself.
"Impossible!" the Neo-Angel shouted.
