Inside Aila World.
The sky suddenly went dark.
Not the darkness of night, but a pure blackness without a single trace of light.
The sun was obscured by some invisible force, the stars all went out, and the entire world fell into absolute darkness.
The next moment, countless bolts of lightning streaked across the sky.
Blood-red lightning tore through the heavens, illuminating terrified faces below.
Thunder roared deafeningly. The earth trembled, mountains shook, and the ocean heaved with enormous waves.
"What's happening?!"
"The sky is falling!"
"The end of the world! The end of the world is here!"
"God, save me!"
In cities and on streets, people ran frantically, shoving one another as crying and shouting blended into chaos.
Some knelt on the ground and prayed. Some held their children and hid inside their homes. Some rushed toward temples in search of shelter.
Inside the temples, the priests were equally terrified.
They knelt before the statues and prayed madly, but the statues gave no response. The holy flames upon the altars had long since gone out, leaving only wisps of green smoke.
"Why... why hasn't God answered us?"
"Could it be... that the great gods have abandoned us?"
An old priest collapsed onto the ground, muttering to himself.
Upon a certain high mountain, a supreme expert in seclusion suddenly opened his eyes.
He was the most powerful person in this world, having reached the peak of the third ring.
One further step, and he could "ascend" to settle on the main planet!
At this moment, he sensed that the world was suffering an unknown attack.
The intensity of that attack was unlike anything he had ever seen.
Countless points were being attacked at once, and the destructive force at every single point was equivalent to a full-force strike from a