At the bottom of the Destruction Abyss.
Dark flames of destruction gathered together, forming bricks and stones densely covered in runes, attempting to seal the sinkhole into level ground.
But the vast, glorious light of eternity never tired, constantly destroying everything in the abyss.
The wound.
Could never heal.
Yet the eternal power remained at a baseline, neither rising nor falling.
This established a certain delicate balance.
-Most of the Destruction Abyss's power had to be constantly devoted to healing the wound.
It could not regain the power of its prime.
But thanks to its efforts-
The Eternal Art could not pierce it completely either.
This situation persisted for an incredibly long time, until one day-
Augustus courted death himself and barged in here.
Boom!!!
Blazing eternal light shot into the sky, forming a massive pillar that obliterated all the surrounding darkness into ash.
Augustus was hiding behind a rock not far away.
After countless hardships, he had finally managed to find this point of balance between destruction and eternity.
In this spot, he would not be affected by either power.
Only here was temporarily safe.
"Damn it..."
Panting, he looked down at the wounds of every size covering his body and finally fell into despair.
-This was the Destruction World!
There was simply no way to return to the Truth World from here.
Unless he became a servant of destruction.
But his consciousness belonged to the Truth Construct, the Withering Scepter-
He himself was the "withering truth"!
"Withering" and "destruction" differed.
-Unlike that ship, which could smoothly "evolve" toward destruction.
At this point, there was nothing he could do.
He could only use that art.
Augustus sighed inwardly, slowly raised his hands, and began forming a spell seal.
-"Withering Giant Tree."
People usually noticed only the falling leaves fluttering