When the fist as large as the mountains descended, the people standing on Mount Hyne could no longer see its entirety, only the protruding magma and iron crystals, only the crisscrossing patterns.
The apocalyptic meteor seemed inferior to this punch.
And the Pupationer watched this scene intently.
This is the ultimate form of the Ashen King. He has finally freed himself from the "monotony" that plagued him all his life and found the "change" he sought, able to burn his life to the fullest. Although it wasn't achieved by himself, and the one who did it was his "enemy," such trivial matters only bother ordinary people.
The world is changing, all shackles and cycles have shattered, civilization is about to ascend, a farmer's child need not be a farmer, and monkeys may not be nameless; the sunlight will flicker for one person, and the burning flame...
Perhaps it may not turn to ashes.
However, in the next instant, the Pupationer widened his eyes suddenly.
