"Was this the course of history you ordained?!"
Cohinem's voice brimmed with resentment toward fate.
"...Yes." Truman fell silent for a moment, then nodded gently.
Boom!
A bolt of wild thunder erupted in the real world. It was the power of the Battlefield of Gods leaking out.
The Elf King was making one final attempt. Her very being had become conceptualized—she had become the Storm, become the ocean.
"God said, 'Chaos!'"
The Ancient Sun God's gentle voice sounded especially cold now.
That single sentence contained far too many powerful authorities. It dealt a devastating blow to the Elf King, forcing her out of her conceptualized state and leaving her mind in utter disarray.
"God said, 'Return!'"
Another Oracle echoed through the Astral World. The Elf King's very existence grew indistinct, and the Sequence One characteristics and Uniqueness of the "Tyrant" within her began to tear away from her under an intense urge to converge.
What is separated must converge. This was a fundamental law of the world, and the Ancient Sun God was revealing that law and amplifying it until it could affect even an Ancient God.
"Roar!" The Elf King resisted by wielding the authorities of her non-Adjacent Pathways. Her Ancient God Sequence Status was also forcibly drawing together the characteristics within her.
But everyone knew it was only a matter of time before the Elf King met her end.
"Roar!" Truman's heart jolted, and his mind was shaken for an instant.
It wasn't just him. The Sea of Collective Subconsciousness itself shuddered, as a colossal creature swam through it, watching the Ancient Sun God in the Astral World.
"It's the Dragon of Imagination!" A glimmer of hope appeared in Cohinem's eyes.
"There's more than that." Truman sensed even more. He turned to look. One after another, doors that