Night Cherry Tangle's desperate strike was a spark dropped into boiling oil. In an instant, it ignited the already tense standoff above the sea.
The gods raised their battlefield higher, not out of mercy, but out of an almost greedy caution toward the seed below.
They could unleash their laws high above until the sky cracked and the earth shook, but they could not let even a trace of the devastation destroy the fruit before it ripened.
And so Blue Star's sky became an arena for gods.
The clashes of violent energy were no longer confined to the sea. They began spreading across the globe.
Nether Monarch Astaroth's Shadow Throne collided fiercely with the Lord of Destruction's Abyssal Flames high overhead. Every clash tore open the heavens. Scattered Law Fragments fell like a rain of flaming meteors, carving bottomless trenches into the earth or igniting magical fires that could not be extinguished.
Wither Chanter Electra was furious and alarmed. He had to contend with the suspicion and probing attacks of both the Lord of Destruction and Astaroth, while remaining wary of the two terrifying presences bearing down from Magic City.
His Withering Domain spread wildly. Clouds withered wherever it passed, and even light seemed to lose its vitality.
But on this chaotic battlefield, it could not pose a lethal threat to his true opponents.
The other God Tier beings drawn to the battle also sensed opportunity amid the chaos.
Ancient Gods of the Undead, Abyss Lords, and even projections of Evil Gods from other worlds, all of whom had been watching from the shadows, began cautiously joining the fray.
Some tried to profit from the confusion; others forged brief alliances. The situation, already chaotic, grew harder to read.
The Death Silence Domain over Europe no longer expanded steadily. Mortis seemed