At Chaldea's Antarctic headquarters, Marisbury, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly sensed something and opened them wide.
He could feel his magical energy increasing, and the rate of growth was anything but normal.
It was as if his body had suddenly broken through some barrier, surpassed its original threshold, and undergone an elevation in its life form, on the verge of entering the next stage.
At the same time, every human on the Bleached Earth felt this change.
Marisbury turned toward Chaldeas, then stared at the large screen and froze.
Marisbury: "How is this possible? The Fantasy Tree of the Atlantic Lostbelt has matured ahead of schedule."
"But Chaldeas has clearly not hatched yet, nor has a suitable Cloning been sent over. What exactly did the Fantasy Tree give birth to?"
Meanwhile, in the Atlantic Lostbelt, everyone watched as the giant god Atlas remained in a daze.
A voice came from Olympus. "I am Kirschtaria Wodime. Please, everyone from Chaldea, come to the island. I have something to say to you all."
The entirety of Olympus had been cleared out the moment Atlas appeared.
Whether ordinary soldiers or Machine Gods, all had been blasted into dust the instant Atlas held Olympus in his palm.
Atlas had not originally been this powerful, nor had he been this tall. At most, he had been about the same size as Surtr.
But after being nurtured within the Fantasy Tree and absorbing the power of the Atlantic Lostbelt, his scale had already broken through the heavens.
Combined with his hatred for the Olympian gods, he had struck directly and killed them in an instant. That feat alone established Atlas's strength.
Wodime: "Junior sister, it has been a long time. I have missed you dearly. This must be the Savior, then? I