Clank!
Clank!
As Aron and Lena advanced toward the Second Layer of Space, a far more terrifying battle was unfolding, one that dwarfed the chaos in the Western Region.
This was a battlefield reserved for Fourth Rank existences. If such a clash occurred in the First Layer, the entire Starcrest Continent would have collapsed under its pressure.
"You mongrels! You will never defeat me!"
A blonde-haired man wearing a priest's uniform threw his head back and laughed madly. A colossal axe materialized above him, its size rivaling an entire region as it descended toward several seemingly tiny figures standing within the fractured subdimensional space of Blue Star's Second Layer.
There were of them.
Their gazes remained cold and steady, all locked onto the Priest.
An elderly man stepped forward, his long beard swaying as formation sigils rotated around him like orbiting stars.
With a wave of his hand, the axe burst into light.
