The mountain no longer felt like terrain.
It felt like something alive that was trying to shake them off, a collapsing battlefield that refused to remain still beneath their feet. Every step upward tore something apart around them, as if the very act of advancing triggered resistance from the world itself. The ground did not simply crack. It shifted, folded, and rose in uneven sections, forcing constant recalculation of footing.
Stone splintered under massive pressure waves, fragments lifting into the air before being crushed into dust by overlapping forces. The air bent and snapped where power collided, distortions rippling outward in visible waves that twisted light and sound alike. Beneath it all, the mountain pulsed. Deep, rhythmic tremors rolled through the ground, each one hinting at movement below.
Tier-100 entities were not waiting.
They were gathering.
