The atmosphere of the Eastern Region had reached its absolute breaking point.
The sky was no longer a canopy of air but a swirling vortex of violet lightning, prismatic serpent scales, and the suffocating heat of a dying star.
In the center of this cosmic wreckage stood Shen Haoran.
Even as the earth beneath his boots turned to molten glass, he remained the eye of the storm, calm, collected, and utterly unperturbed by the apocalypse unfolding around him.
"Step back," Haoran said, his voice quiet yet carrying over the roar of the continent-shattering struggle behind him.
He gently removed his hand from Huo Yue's waist, giving her a reassuring nod before stepping forward into the scorched vacuum.
Korgar, this ten thousand meter titan of distorted space and stolen souls, roared a sound that shattered the eardrums of every soldier within a fifty-mile radius.
