No hope, no need for any argument. At this moment, above the Star River, only endless deadness prevails.
Apart from the Human Race deliberately spared by the World Light, all other races have perished, becoming nutrients for that monstrous tree enveloping the entire Star River.
All remaining humans, regardless of strength, felt a trance under the dazzling divine light.
Their gazes involuntarily fixated on the monster tree, eyes showing 'blankness'.
Thirteen main stars, countless humans, all simultaneously exhibited this gaze at this moment.
It is an attraction from a conceptual level, all mortals are irresistibly drawn, unable to refuse gazing at the monster tree.
The fog atop the tree crown dissipated completely in everyone's eyes, revealing 'fruits' that transcended thousands of spaces, appearing before the humans.
These are the most gifted individuals throughout the Human Race history, the closest ones to the 'catastrophe-breaker' existences.
