Three days later.
The sun shone warmly, and the breeze was gentle.
An eerie stillness had settled over the entire Vysseran Continent.
Over those three days, the Spellcasters had spread the word until billions across the Federation knew that the world was nearing its end.
In the past, even with the Federation's highest authorities and the Weavers vouching for it, many would have found the claim absurd. Some would even have called it a Spellcaster conspiracy.
But days earlier, countless giant trees had burst from the ground and gathered into a forest vast as a sea, tearing towns apart and claiming many lives.
Ordinary people did not know that this was a chain reaction caused by Hong Yuan sealing the Strings of Force. They took it for a sign of the approaching apocalypse.
One reason it had not caused widespread panic was that Vysseran was, after all, a supernatural world. With more than twenty Weavers and numerous Resonance Masters and Awakened maintaining order, no gathering of ordinary people could accomplish much.
The other was that Lilith and the other church members had spread the news of a god coming to save them far and wide.
No one doubted it.
Days earlier, a sacred hymn had rung across the continent even as disaster descended!
On the eastern coast.
Lilith stood atop a towering cliff in a spotless white robe. The sea wind whipped around her, sending her purple hair flying.
Behind her, dozens of devout believers knelt on the ground, loudly reciting prayers of praise to the new god.
Lilith did not turn around. Her gaze remained fixed on the distance.
On the western coast.
"To move an entire continent... The might of a god truly lies beyond our imagination."
Olivia raised her eyes to the sky and sighed softly. Beside