The End of the Tower.
The pristine white tower body collapses like butter sliced by a giant blade, its interior facing the wind and sand from the outside.
Crack...
In the faint sound, the stars in the sky dim, and the starlight gradually peels off from the dome.
Amidst the flickering stars, the proud figure on the throne is torn and stretched, becoming indistinct.
Finally, the goddess atop the tower, like a machine whose program was interrupted by an external force, jumps out of the preset commands. She slowly rises and descends the stairs step by step, her golden-green eyes looking down at the other "self", and asks in confusion;
"All phenomena have been gathered into my hands, the world is about to welcome a new birth.
I have bestowed a [Grace] and promised to lead you into the [Eternal].
Why refuse? Why resist?"
"Grace? How absurd!"
