The way time continued to pass was absurd.
In the blink of an eye, a full year had passed. To some, it felt like a full year had gone by, to others, it felt like a single day.
Either way, progress was made and it was made at a very gradual pace.
While things happened with the Alphaverse and its spreading territory, other parts of the crumbling universe were not left unscathed.
True to the words of the god, Mortality, to Star, the rules were changing. They were being bent, twisted to extreme lengths or simply being dissolved.
This allowed many creatures who were still in the universe to be able to have a chance of survival.
To become a Divine Tier of any kind, one had to meet certain requirements.
A full fledged Divine Tier like Reincarnation or Change, one had to first be a Primordial or an Avatar.
At least, that was what they were told and what everyone close to that stage could say.
As for non-Primordials, there seemed to be hope.
