Get You Out of Bed

Ziusudra's face beneath his cloak darkened slightly.

Slap!

Yet just as the atmosphere grew heavy, a pale hand landed on the old man's shoulder.

"Don't be so pessimistic. Without death, there can be no life; only through death can life be born. Crises often breed opportunities. This may not necessarily be a bad thing."

Samael smiled faintly. His gaze lifted beyond the World Tree, his eyes carrying a deep and distant meaning.

At the same time, outside the World Tree, on the Hunnic grasslands.

As meteoric rain after meteoric rain crashed down, the once-vibrant green expanse turned into scorched earth, littered everywhere with craters like the surface of the moon.

"Baa..."

"Moo!"

Countless cattle and sheep fled for their lives, dodging with all their strength. Yet beneath this vast natural disaster, weakness itself was a sin.

Before long, those lives were caught by the wildly burning Heavenly Flame. It burned through hide and bone, melted flesh and blood, and in an instant, amid shrieks and wails, reduced them to scattered ashes that drifted away in the wind.

At the same time, forests burned, mountain ranges split apart, and the earth collapsed. A pale tide of nothingness surged from abysses reaching deep underground, wantonly eroding the land.

In barely half an hour, the boundless grasslands had shrunk drastically. They now resembled an island amid stormy waves, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Before the Golden Horde Royal Court, the flickering barrier of light brightened and dimmed beneath repeated impacts from Skyfire.

One azure giant wolf after another bristled its fur and bared its fangs, growling low at the radiant humanoid figures in the sky, each holding a blazing sword aloft.

The Huns who had somehow escaped Doomsday Judgment and gathered here numbered fewer than a thousand.