Deep underground, a seal shattered. Two scorching orbs of magma, bursting with colossal energy, erupted from the depths and slammed into the fused four-faced idol.
High above, at the Zenith Cathedral, two gargoyles that had served as guardian beasts broke their stone slumber. They plummeted like meteors, crashing down and fusing into the idol alongside the magma.
Run.
That was the first thought that struck Orion. His senses screamed at him. Both the magma from the earth and the falling gargoyles from the sky carried an aura akin to a terrifying entity at the sixth stage of the demigod realm.
Orion knew, with absolute certainty, that they had just woken something ancient.
Without hesitation, he abandoned the trembling God-Slaying Ballista. His body dissolved into countless streams of law, vanishing from the Godforsaken Land in the blink of an eye.
Atop the throne within the World Tree.
