The moment Dick leaped into the Creator's chamber, he saw an island floating amid chaos.
It was a floating island brimming with life, covered in plants and animals he had never seen. Its verdant vitality stirred nostalgia, especially here beyond the world of Argus. It reminded him of Ulduar's Conservatory of Life.
This was probably the Creator's guidance and transformation of this shattered space. He had to admit that the closer he came to Eonar, who represented the existence of life, the more he could feel the power of a true Titan. Elune was powerful too, but she was, after all, still an immature Star Spirit.
If the impression Elune gave Dick was that of a towering mountain, then the Creator before him was an unbroken mountain range, immense and profound, her weighty power filled with mystery and awe.
But right now, even with the naked eye, he could tell that the Creator was in terrible condition.
Dark green magma and flames, along with violently surging, volatile energy, had occupied more than half the floating island and were still spreading rapidly. At the island's highest peak, burning fel fire lay before the mountain, while life surged behind it. That should be the front line of Eonar's battle against the demons.
Dick darted forward, soon arriving outside the mountain. Beneath the dark green fel fire lay densely packed demon remains, mingled with nearly every kind of demon Dick had ever seen, from Pit Lords to Dreadlords, Doomguards, and then more Doomguards, piled almost into a small mountain.
The battle had indeed been going on for a long time. Judging by the number of corpses, they had been fighting for more than several thousand years, but this battle had been unfair to Eonar from the very beginning.
"Corrupting her power... just like