Just then, the Temporal Husk abruptly ceased its attacks.
Ronova and her companions tensed, wary of a sudden, devastating assault.
Above the shattered False Sky, a swirling vortex reappeared, causing Ronova's heart to sink.
Not this vortex again!
The vortex expanded relentlessly, revealing a colossal eye within. But it didn't stop there—the vortex continued to widen, revealing a second eye!
The Three gods now sensed the grave danger.
"Damn it, it's coming through! Has our plan failed?"
According to intelligence gathered about the Abyss, the Master of these eyes should be incapable of directly descending upon Teyvat.
This had been a confirmed fact. Otherwise, the Master would have arrived long ago. With its overwhelming power, no one on Teyvat could stand against it if it had descended earlier!
Teyvat had no stronger forces to deploy. Even the Temporal Husk had proven unstoppable. If the Master truly descended...
Without a doubt, Teyvat would face an unprecedented cataclysm!
Istaroth: "We can't just stand by and let it come."
"I don't think we have the power to stop it," Rhinedottir said.
"We have to try!" Ronova insisted.
The Three Gods charged toward the rapidly expanding vortex in a triangular formation. Below them, Morax and the others, ignoring their injuries, forcibly mustered their strength to briefly restrain Temporal Husk.
They knew this was their last chance. Once the Master of that Eye descended upon Teyvat, It's power would render them utterly powerless—they wouldn't be able to stall it for even a second!
Their only hope now was to lend their full support to the Three Gods, desperately trying to buy more time.
Traveler... it's all up to you now!
Contrary to Morax and the others' expectations, Temporal Husk made no attempt to hinder the Three Gods. He knew it would be futile.
If it could be stopped, it wouldn't be the final boss.
The blurred, colossal face at the vortex's center sharpened into perfect clarity. It was a face identical to the Abyss Goddess's, yet shrouded in an endless, deathly stillness and frigidity.
The eyes, no longer the radiant pink crystal-like gems, now burned with a crimson, merciless glare. The corners of its mouth stretched into a malicious, inhuman grin.
It didn't even need to make a single overt move.
The mere expansion of its "Domain" unleashed an indescribable, terrifying pressure that far exceeded the limits of Teyvat's Laws, crashing down like the collapse of the entire sky!
Pfft—!
The Three gods bore the brunt of the impact. Their reasonable, well-constructed seal shattered instantly, as if crushed by an invisible giant's hand. It crumbled inch by inch with a groan of agony, unable to withstand the overwhelming force for even a moment.
The backlash from the broken seal injured the Archons' souls.
Before they could even cry out in pain, blood spurted from their mouths. The power of the Laws surrounding them dimmed to near nothingness as they plummeted to the ground, their auras withering. Even standing became an agonizing struggle.
Meanwhile, the combined attack unleashed by Morax and the others veered toward the entity as it descended. But...
Morax's Heaven-Piercing Geo Spear disintegrated into primordial Geo Element dust a hundred meters from the vortex.
Neuvillette's surging torrent of water evaporated completely before it could even fully form.
Ei's Musou no Hitotachi—the spatial rift her blade carved—was forcibly erased by an even more domineering power...
It wasn't just their attacks that were nullified.
Even their very existence was being suppressed.
They felt like insects trapped in amber, struggling to move a single finger, their bones groaning under an unbearable weight.
The power within them wasn't being depleted, but fundamentally negated and suppressed by a higher-dimensional entity.
Despair.
An unprecedented despair gripped the hearts of every mighty warrior.
This wasn't a battle between equals, nor could it even be called a contest.
It was a dimensional crushing, a condescending gaze from the realm of Laws.
They fought with all their might, yet couldn't even earn the right to be taken seriously.
"Invincible..." Ronova coughed up blood, her voice weak, tinged with bitter realization.
"Damn it... its power transcends even the Heavenly Principles at their peak..." Naberius leaned against a shattered wall, her face drained of color.
"This... this is a power completely alien to the Order of this world..." She sensed a fundamental difference, a root-level divergence.
The "Goddess," now fully corrupted by the Abyss, slowly raised her hand, her fingertips wreathed in the purest and most lethal Abyss Energy.
Seemingly weary of this tedious farce, she prepared to obliterate these insignificant "dust motes" once and for all.
The dark radiance coalescing at her fingertips was not dazzling, yet it sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it, as if it were the very embodiment of Death itself.
Ronova forced herself to rise, unleashing her Authority in a desperate attempt to seize the concept of Death from her grasp, but found it utterly futile.
It was as if they existed in different dimensions. Her desperate efforts were nothing more than dust motes in the Dark Goddess's eyes.
Naberius & Rhinedottir and Istaroth attempted to ignite their dwindling Primordial Runes, their eyes flashing with fleeting, differently colored lights. But their desperate efforts were like pebbles tossed into a bottomless abyss, failing even to stir a ripple.
Everyone understood: this strike was inescapable, unblockable.
In that desperate moment, as the annihilating black radiance was about to erupt, swallowing the Three Gods and the remaining resistance whole, obliterating them from existence itself—
Time and space seemed to freeze across the battlefield, which had been shrouded in darkness and despair.
A pure, flawless pillar of pink light descended from the heavens without warning, gently interposing itself between the Dark Goddess and Morax's group.
The pillar wasn't blinding, yet the swirling Abyss energy around it rapidly dissipated, melting away like ice before a blazing sun.
The annihilating black radiance coalescing at the Dark Goddess's fingertips vanished as if wiped away by an invisible hand, dissipating without a trace.
A figure, accompanied by drifting pink petals, silently materialized within the Pillar of Light.
It was the Primordial Ancient God, born from the world's benevolence—the Goddess.
She still wore her signature pink-and-white dress, her long pink hair swaying gently despite the lack of wind. A warm, sacred aura radiated from her being.
Compared to the dark, twisted mirror image facing her, she resembled the first rays of dawn—pure, beautiful, and brimming with boundless vitality and hope.
Her gaze first fell upon the three heavily injured Archons and Morax, who lay on the ground, struggling to maintain consciousness. A trace of pity and apology flickered in her pink crystal-like eyes.
"My apologies, I'm a bit late~ You've all suffered so much."
The Goddess's voice remained ethereal and melodious.
Then, her gaze shifted to the dark entity facing her—a being with an identical appearance, yet filled with deathly stillness, venomous malice, and a ravenous desire for destruction.