The Pacific Ocean sighed. The destruction of the Behemoth's heart had sent a shockwave through the tectonic plates of the world, but on the surface, the result was a terrifying stillness. Ren Hanshin lay on the deck of the Kashima Maru, his body a wreckage of human flesh and divine cracks. Beside him, Haru was gasping for air, her sapphire core dimming to a soft, flickering pulse. She had dragged him from the abyss, a feat that had cost her the marrow of her strength.
[Divine Mana: 0.001 / 150]
[Synchronization: 49.999%]
[Condition: Near-Death]
Ren's vision was a blur of grey and gold. He could feel the Weaver standing at the edge of his mind, her fingers hovering over the last few threads of his humanity. She was silent now, her victory so close she didn't need to whisper. One more heartbeat, one more breath, and the 50% threshold would snap. The porter would vanish, and only God would remain.
