This other world was already finished.
The Emperor knew this well.
Ainz's desperate final struggle had left this world with an eternal wound, while the Imperium of Man's expedition had cut that wound even deeper.
His clash with Tzeentch had also destroyed this world's backbone, tainting its once-stable laws with the Disorder and madness of Chaos.
Though they were irreconcilable enemies, The Emperor had no choice but to praise Tzeentch's methods. In such a short time, It had fused part of Its existence with this world's laws. When The Emperor used the Spear of Saint-Slaying to erase Its existence completely, part of this world's laws vanished with It.
A complete ring had been broken, like a water-filled vat with a hole in it. The water kept draining away, and one day, it would run dry.
This world was now dissolving, starting from its outermost reaches and only stopping at the portal.
Oceans and continents vanished without a sound, while the surviving civilizations wailed and screamed at such an apocalypse.
If The Emperor chose to leave, this world's end would be delayed by quite some time. But he did not. Instead, he went all out to hammer a few more nails into the world's coffin.
He was not doing this because he had gone mad. He truly had a goal that had to be accomplished.
He turned into a blazing sun and flew through the skies at high speed. Whenever he found a place worth investigating, he used psychic power to overturn the entire stretch of land. This was a more thorough search than even the Adeptus Mechanicus's agricultural machines plowing the earth.
The Emperor suspended hundreds of millions of tons of soil, stone, and water in the air, his gaze sweeping through them. Sometimes, he found huge groups of alien