[The earth is shaking, the atmosphere is humming.]
[The concentration of magical power far exceeds any previous time, even surpassing the mass of these many gods.]
[The heat of the captured matter is compressed to the extreme.]
[In other words, the particles constantly converging at one point are the seeds of the principle. The imaginary information covering the surface of the world is compressed to a singularity of ten to the power of negative thirty-five.]
[The Inner Sea of the Planet, only in conceptual space, is the egg of a celestial body that will not cause any phenomena.]
[However, when it appears as matter, the enormous energy at the singularity will be uncontrollable and rapidly expand.]
[This is called inflation in astronomy.]
[A phenomenon symbolizing the origin of the universe.]
[Although extremely small, something similar is now being born on this Mesopotamian plain.]
"Huff… huff…"
Heavy and steady breathing is exhaled.
No one knows where the source of this sound comes from, as if it is emitted by the world itself.
Eerily, it makes people feel uneasy.
Appearing before the gods is an egg of light, like a high mountain, gathered from countless light particles.
Before it, the sun seems to have set.
That is the light of hardness, softness, coldness, and warmth.
The materialized vessel of myth.
The man returns to the origin with this body.
The ether expands and converges, and the ritual of manifestation ends.
Non-directional energy, in an image, is transformed into a phenomenon that humans can understand.
"—What exactly are you!?"
Enlil looks terrified.
He feels the aura of the origin within it.
An existence older than everything, more terrifying than their incarnations of natural phenomena.
Gilgamesh and Enkidu also cannot understand.
If the highest-level existence that humans can understand is a god, then this manifested avatar is already "something" that cannot be called life.
"How can a being like you be born on this planet, eliminating boundaries like this without losing control!?"
Although Enlil cannot understand.
However, conceptually, he can feel a clear difference.
He is an incarnation of natural phenomena and the Planet's senses, but the existence before him is clearly of a higher level.
Breaking free from the realm of the Planet's senses.
Reaching a higher level.
[In the face of this majesty you have shown]
[The gods are helpless, humans are helpless, and anything that sees you in this state can only stop in its tracks.]
[There is not a single bit of fighting spirit.]
[Having shed too much blood and consumed too many gods, they are now losing their last weapon called "fighting spirit."]
[This is not the gods' fault.]
[Because their omniscience and omnipotence are enough to recognize a phenomenon, and the beginning of fear is when they gradually see it clearly.]
[Although they realize that the thing before them is dangerous.]
[However, those who see it can hardly move their hands and feet.]
[This is the "Mystic Eyes" possessed by the phenomenon before them. When entering this realm, those with intelligence will lose their minds.]
[The gods want to break free from this restraint.]
[However, it is already too late.]
[As long as "something that can move" is watched by you, its spirit will be fixed, its body will be bound, and its life activities will be controlled.]
[The gods have the power to struggle and resist.]
[Their form of existence is only slightly lower than yours.]
[However, in front of you in this state, even the gods are somewhat too small.]
"Heh heh, although this is the first time using this form, it's quite interesting… From this perspective, even you gods are far too small."
Moran's voice echoes in this world.
Some gods are imprisoned.
Gods who cannot escape are surrounded by high temperatures, and pain instantly turns into heavy pressure.
The light transforms into pillars with mass.
Restraining, oppressing, and tightly locking the gods who have nowhere to escape.
The cages holding the gods are constantly rising.
Crossing the earth, crossing the mountains, stopping in mid-air.
In this situation, the gods trapped within the singularity finally grasp the situation.
The surface is as if it has been stored away.
The sky is completely sealed off by a blood-red firmament.
A giant made of light stands up from the ground.
That is the personification of the power that has abandoned the specifications of a True Ancestor and allowed the manifestation method to run wild… a fantasy that is a level above the initial change of heaven and earth, completely detached from reality.
"Moran…"
Enkidu unconsciously murmurs.
What she sees before her is light.
It cannot be called life, only a natural phenomenon.
However, her brain clearly recognizes it.
That is the Moran she knows.
Although she doesn't know the principle or the reason, both she and Gilgamesh know that this radiance is Moran himself.
[That's right, this is the "Lumina form."]
[An excited state that only True Ancestor royalty possesses.]
[When a True Ancestor completely abandons their physical body by some means, it will occur as a reaction.]
[Your own specification is "small and heavy."]
[For you, the physical body is just a limitation.]
[Without the decline of the spirit, abandoning the limitations of the physical body, the power compressed within the body gushes out.]
[The magical power hidden in the physical body diffuses.]
[The energy that can be drawn from the Earth's surface is no longer restricted, achieving a complete connection with the planet's authority.]
[This is the surge—the off-quasar phenomenon.]
[Originally staying inside the planet.]
[The "soul" that maintains the long-term operation of the planet as a celestial body has been drawn out by your True Ancestor authority, flowing to the surface.]
[It is a self-cleaning program for consumer civilization and a revenge mechanism against surface civilization.]
[Now, it has an unwarranted system malfunction.]
[A force that should not be privately used by anyone.]
[Now, you are using it for yourself.]
[You have also become a manifestation of nature, surpassing even gods in terms of specifications.]
"This is just like… Sefar…!"
Enlil stared at the incredibly tall Lumina Form giant.
His miniature pupils trembled constantly.
Not only him, but even the other gods remembered the White Titan that made countless gods tremble in fear.
At this moment, Moran's posture was too similar to that.
This awakened the gods' fear.
Recalling how their former comrades fell under the White Titan's feet, it was as if the twilight of the past was about to be staged again.