The sky is collapsing.
Countless crimson cracks spread in the void like cobwebs, and from each gap flows scalding white molten liquid.
Burning fireballs swiftly slide down from the dome, which transitions from deep purple to orange-red, like numerous falling meteors.
Juventus stands in the high sky swept by heat waves, watching the ground below completely submerged in the rising magma—a torrent of destructive energy shaped by countless flames, as if countless volcanoes erupt simultaneously beneath the magma, steaming blue-green smoke, with air falling downward like burning cotton.
Huge crimson bubbles emerge under the surging magma, bursting with a sharp sound like the screeching howl of an ancient Flame Demon's soul.
Various parts of the Secret Realm are melting and deteriorating, and this space is on the brink of total collapse at any moment.
Juventus's eyes remain calm, but anyone can see the restless agitation under his calm demeanor.
"Is there a way to get below?"
