Roots.
Dark, ethereal roots burst from the emptiness beneath Neo's feet.
They shimmered in and out of existence, half-spiritual, half-physical. They didn't just grow—they devoured.
They were Ethereal World-Devouring Roots Neo took from the Protector of Floor 1.
The roots lashed outward with terrifying hunger, sinking into the fabric of the Outer Gods' Worlds.
The effects were immediate.
Velgrath's void-threads began unraveling. Myzrul's stars flickered and dimmed. Lurial's gears jammed, unable to spin properly.
"What is this?!" Myzrul shouted, reeling back.
The roots writhed and dug deeper, feasting on the Divinities and Concepts that formed the Outer Gods' Worlds.
Their once-mighty Worlds, so vast and terrifying, began to decay from the inside.
But it wasn't over.
Dark blue flames erupted around Neo. They roared up into a towering inferno of pure devastation.
World Ender Flames.
