At the World Tree, everything was collapsing.
Since the four gods' Divine Idols had been shattered, the first world drawn in by the Cult of Four finally reached its breaking point under everyone's combined efforts.
The entire realm was tearing apart in a way that defied the laws of reality.
Buildings melted like candle wax, burning and scattering, only to freeze mid-air into fragmented, prismatic crystals that faded into nothingness. Bottomless fissures tore through the earth, the surrounding ground collapsing into the abyss. Mountains twisted, folded and kneaded by unseen hands, before crumbling into gravel and dissolving into invisible dust.
To Orion, everything was falling, shattering, and drifting, swept into oblivion by a devastating force.
No one spoke. They watched a world fall to ruin. The lingering sorrow of its destruction infected them all.
