The sky above the floating mountain was no longer a canopy of serene violet leaves; it was a screaming abyss of spatial tears and blinding, violent destruction.
High above the protective, pitch-black dome that Roshhide had erected around the lower island, two primordial deities of Rilth clashed with catastrophic force. Every single strike exchanged between the Overlord of Space and the Lightning Overlord generated atmospheric shockwaves so intense that the dark barrier groaned under the pressure. Even beneath the shield, force rippled across the floating landmass, snapping ancient, obsidian-barked trees like twigs and shattering massive rock formations into clouds of floating dust.
