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A young noblewoman clutched her child and leaned against a crumbling stone pillar, tears streaming down her face as she prayed softly:

"God, please save us... Please save us..."

Her voice trembled, her eyes squeezed shut. She held the child in her arms so tightly that the child could barely breathe, yet she did not notice at all.

Elsewhere, a young guard dropped to his knees. His armor had been covered in cracks by the earlier impact, and his face was smeared with dust and blood.

His hands pressed weakly against the ground as he kept muttering:

"It's over... Everything is over... Pangaea Castle... Pangaea Castle was actually... split apart..."

More and more people began making similar sounds, fear spreading through Pangaea Castle like a plague.

Those nobles who had once seemed all-powerful, those Celestial Dragons who believed themselves above all others, had all become as helpless and insignificant as startled birds.

They scattered in every direction. Some even fell to the ground and could no longer get back up, able only to watch helplessly as everything around them collapsed completely.

"Is this... the end of the world?"

An elderly Celestial Dragon braced himself against a broken pillar and muttered softly.

His gaze passed through the dust-filled air toward the distant sky. The top of Pangaea Castle had already collapsed entirely, and light spilled across the ruins, creating a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

Yet deep within Pangaea Castle lay an entirely different scene.

Compared to the chaos and wailing outside, Imu's room was exceptionally quiet, as though all sound had been swallowed by the darkness.

Within the twisted architecture and the hall drenched in scarlet radiance, Imu still sat upon her lofty throne.

Her fingers lightly stroked the throne's armrest. Her expression was cold and composed, as though