Time flew by rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed, two days having already slipped away.
As the day of the great final battle approached, the catastrophe that had swept across the world began to gradually calm.
Volcanoes no longer erupted, with only continuous lava flowing.
Earthquakes ceased, with only the landscape changing slowly.
Even the torrential rain gradually stopped, with only the sky remaining pitch black, densely clouded, so dim that not a single ray of sunlight could be seen.
In such circumstances, an unprecedented sense of unease appeared on every living being.
People panicked.
People cried.
The world's order seemed to have collapsed entirely, turning the world into hell.
Only those who were mentally prepared looked up in unison, gazing toward a single direction under this sense of unease.
There, the clone of The End had descended.
...
The Human Realm, Divine's Canyon.
