Russell was basically the strongest character she had ever seen. For him to call her brother a version's True God... that probably really was absurdly exceptional.
But—
Watching the livestream, where the giant god was surrounded by the Wing Creators—
A faint sense of dread still rose in her heart.
"Will it really be okay?"
"Of course."
"Besides, this power will belong to you in the future too. Hmm, I think I've found a way to forge a Gift of Existence."
Russell took a few lazy steps forward as he spoke.
However—
The moment he moved forward a few steps, the environment suddenly changed.
—He had only slightly opened his mouth when countless spores and bacteria surged in like a raging undercurrent, impatient to set up camp inside his body. They ravaged him, clearly intending to strangle this innocent bystander alive and turn everything he had into power for besieging Sunday.
The intense nausea instantly darkened Russell's face.
"Releasing spores, bacteria, and viruses in space—where's your public decency?!!"
He suddenly raised his hand.
Then—
A pitch-black storm swept in, tearing through the space separating the antimatter universe from the real universe. One of the universe's most brutal laws descended directly.
Collapse. Annihilation.
The Feathered people and the living planets shattered like fragile glass, then vanished into nothingness. Their wails and despair echoed through the vast universe, yet nothing listened, and nothing offered comfort.
Then—
That lofty Emissary of Abundance was likewise torn brutally into pieces beneath that irresistible power.
Of course—
Such an attack was hardly a concern for an Emissary of Abundance—the vitality of that profession might have been tougher than all other types of Emissaries combined.
A majestic golden divine tree blossomed with boundless radiance, clearly intending to revive and enter the second round.
But before that revival