The battlefield was already in complete chaos.
The northern sky was burning fiercely, with strips of glaring black smoke hanging across the horizon. The mountain-like corpse of Tast the World Scorned lay sprawled along the horizon. Vines coiled across its crystalline body, and a hollow riddled with cracks pierced straight through its torso as it silently stared ahead—
There, Valhalla's dimmed canopy was slowly regaining its luster. That dazzling pillar of light reaching from heaven to earth had been carved into the memories of everyone who witnessed it like an emerald dream. The giant tree's roots had reentered the earth, and the shimmering radiance of magic flowing beneath the plateau could be seen from dozens of miles away.
But Valhalla had practically withdrawn from the battle.
The towering figure of the Crystal Cluster High Lord stood on the other side of the giant tree, its body stabbing into the clouds as it relentlessly attacked Valhalla's defenses. Every time it struck the hemispherical web of light, the entire fortress shook violently. The Valkyries had already taken flight, riding around Farah and launching attacks, but from a distance they looked like silver specks beside a purple crystal mountain range. Countless purple magic arrays suddenly appeared across Farah's enormous body. Beams of purple light shot from the arrays, instantly drowning the Valkyries in a purple sea of radiance. One person after another was struck and fell.
A silver arc suddenly pierced through the purple sea of light. Tulamann had finally completed his spell, and the crystal surface within a radius of dozens of feet collapsed. Farah let out a pained shriek. Like a shock wave sweeping across the land, it caused the sea of crystal clusters within a thousand meters to sink by an entire level.
And this was merely one scene from