But David, who stood as the most dazzling and indestructible lighthouse on the throne built with the remains of seventy-four tribal leaders.
Gathering the will, destiny, and hope of countless races!
His chest gradually steadied, with each breath accompanied by the rhythmic pulse of the new holy flame, overlaying and penetrating the powerful oscillating waves of the twelve cosmic origin torrents.
These waves were not just simple impacts, but seemed to intertwine and rotate with the creation codes and destruction trajectories, rendering his entire body an ancient and magnificent spectacle.
"This is... a new era, about to begin." Liya whispered tearfully, her staff guiding the rune array into precise operation to make the final adjustments, ensuring furnace stability.
"We have finally reached this point."
As time passed, under the gaze of the multiverse, the baptism gradually reached its peak.
