It was slowly approaching dusk in the land of Aetheris after experiencing countless seasons in one day
And with that, the world trembled, not with thunder, but with a silence so suffocating it gnawed at the bones of existence.
Above the sundered roots of the Divine Tree, surrounded by the scorched remains of magical aftermath and broken sky, Endless has finally arrived as he extended his obsidian hand. The Divine Seed, pulsating with celestial life, hovered toward him as though drawn to an old master.
Its surface was veined in liquid gold and encased in a shell of translucent mana crystal, glowing like the first breath of dawn.
Kael Dragonyx stood still, bloodied and winded. Aron and Selene—formerly Kael's underlings but are now following Endless along with their head—looked on with an awe rarely seen in them. Even they understood what this moment meant: Divinity was being bent to the will of something... unnatural.
