Brahma Phantom

At a moment like this, with survival hanging in the balance, there was nothing left to hold back.

As the order was given, figures clad in yellow robes, their heads concealed beneath hoods, appeared beside the Trimurti.

There were not many of them, barely over a thousand, but every one was Seventh Order—Late Seventh Order at that. Some had even reached Peak Seventh Order.

At their center, they guarded a scepter. It was very similar to the one in Great Heaven's hand, only far more ornate.

Golden patterns densely covered the scepter, and it gleamed with shifting hues, some like the colors cast by crystal beneath light. Yet at a glance, its material was clearly wood.

The instant this scepter appeared, every mage above Seventh Order within the Eternal Fortress emerged onto its surface.

"Is this the Imperial Heaven Great World's final measure?"

"Probably not. This is merely a weapon, just like the Eternal Fortress. The strongest being in Brahma World isn't the Trimurti we're facing, but Supreme Brahma."

"So far, the other side still hasn't appeared. This should be the omen of its arrival. If this scepter's attack fails, it should be time for Supreme Brahma to take the stage."

Before the mages' discussion had even ended, the First Ritual Legion had begun chanting hymns.

As their hymn arose, an enormous figure emerged above the First Ritual Legion. It was exceedingly illusory, its appearance blurred and indistinct. Looking at it was like seeing the myriad forms of all living beings.

It could be Brahma, Vishnu, or Great Heaven. It could also be the Peacock Wisdom King or the Canaan God.

It was one, yet it was ten thousand. It was the ultimate source of all things in this world.

The scepter rose, expanding without cease until it finally hovered