The River Styx surged, dividing inside from out.
When the Machine God, battle-worn to this day, raised his face once more, the grim chill in his eyes still sent shudders through the rulers' hearts.
Though he had long been riddled with damage and was nearing the limit of destruction.
He still stood before Hell.
Shattered armor was like skin, severed circuits like musculature, and the exposed joints like bones riddled with cracks... Yet at this moment, the dying giant seemed utterly untroubled as he faced the winds of ruin and strode straight ahead.
Neither the storm of the Sea of Thunder nor the bloody sea of a fallen nation could bury him.
The will of an Ascender clung to dead, stubborn steel, setting the Steel Giant, already on the verge of collapse, into motion once more. The Sword of Judgment surged with flames and roared as it tore apart the monstrous creature crawling forth from the Shadow Realm.
As though ripping apart an insignificant sheet of paper.
"Weren't you all so fired up just now? Why the rush to leave—"
Amid the rain of blood filling the skies, Osiris laughed hoarsely and extended an invitation to his enemies. "Don't be in such a hurry. We've only just begun!"
Then the shattered star burned and charged into the abyss once more!
Behind him, the rushing torrent of the River Styx cut off every route of escape, leaving their opponents with only one choice.
The war was not over.
With this surging death as the boundary, they would fight to the death!
Within the River Styx, upon the towering World Tree, Gaia shrieked as the elegy climbed endlessly higher, piercing the ears.
Like one final, dying struggle.
At the very top of the World Tree, seven Divine Miracle Inscriptions trembled and