|A tremendous amount of effort was exerted to achieve tremendous results. The battle between the Trolls and Yeti King of the First Folds has concluded.|
|+5 Quadrillion Complexity and Purity gained.|
Above a landscape where a mountain used to be, there was now only a scar.
The Frostfang Peaks had been unmade, their colossal, worlds-sized form reduced to a continent-sized crater of shattered ice and scorched earth.
Noah floated in the silent, blood-soaked void, his Aegis of the Architect now a deep, glorious crimson, a testament to the feast it had just consumed.
Down below, the last of the Verdant Trolls had been cleared, their essences drunk by his armor, their bodies now just another layer of nutrient-rich soil in this primordial graveyard.
Yet, in this grand moment of victory, he floated silently. And he sighed.
