"Has it arrived...?"
As Orsaga waited expectantly.
He did not have to wait long.
Only a few hundred million years had passed along Crimson Heaven's Main Timeline.
A letter wreathed in blazing flames crossed the infinitely distant reaches of time and space, arriving not far before him.
When he opened it.
The contents were simple.
There was no superfluous description.
There was only one sentence.
A very brief sentence:
The day we have awaited is about to arrive. Please come and speak with us.
It made him reveal a smile...
Meanwhile.
In the distant End Venue.
Pillars of light rose continuously, pouring into every Seat of Power.
In that instant.
It was as though vitality had been injected into them.
One great being after another, slumbering for who knew how long, was awakened.
Surges of power began to spread freely throughout the End Venue.
Forcing the Regular Councilors—those Abyss Lord Level members—to hurriedly retreat and hide within safe areas.
The sensation was like a lone canoe caught amid countless tsunamis.
One misstep, and they would sink on the spot!
"Has it begun?"
"It has finally begun?"
"Who cares whether it has begun? Since I'm awake, I'm going to slaughter to my heart's content..."
"..."
Streams of will continually converged.
All manner of frenzied and tranquil thoughts were like enormous serpents constantly slithering about, disrupting the End Venue's entire internal structure.
If not for the Ender—the creator of this place—stabilizing the situation here.
At this moment.
Faced with those streams of will, this place would have directly fallen apart.
Even though they bore no malice and were merely communicating.
Even with the Ender maintaining the venue's facilities, the sensation was still akin to countless elephants crammed into a tiny box.
Even if they all remained perfectly still, the box would still