The Abyss does not welcome the living. As Alex shot through the stable dimensional tear, the clear blue sky of Earth vanished instantly, violently replaced by the absolute, suffocating expanse of the Void.His body experienced a sudden physical impact from the transformation. Alex used the Second Emperor's Aether-Heart creation energy which had pure golden properties as his protective shield against dark dimension decay for many years. His Aether energy had reached total depletion because he used all of it to operate the Genesis Engine.He flew through the Abyss without any form of protection.The dark matter present in his environment started to consume his body immediately. The combat vest which he wore in tatters turned into black smoke and vanished. The exposed areas of his damaged arms and face started to burn and sizzle as if he had fallen into a vat of freezing acid.The Abyss could not defeat him.The World Core of his Twilight State operated as a complete weight which prevent

A universe does not need to chase a falling leaf. Floating a mile away in the freezing, zero-gravity vacuum of the Abyss, Elena finally realized the magnitude of what she was looking at. The man hovering before her was no longer just a mortal with an impossibly dense core. He had swallowed an entire civilization. The swirling black-and-gold galaxies in his eyes didn't just reflect power; they reflected the cosmic weight of billions of lives.Panic broke through her cold composure to create complete chaos. Elena turned around to swim through the dark matter while her black tactical weave created resistance against the empty void. She needed to hide behind the nearest piece of abyssal bedrock which happened to be drifting by.Alex chose not to use his steel broadsword. He remained standing without bending his knees so he could jump after her. He remained hidden in darkness while watching her battle against her situation.He applied his gravitation power which reached an astronomical le

Peace is a tender thing particularly when it is anchored on the remains of a dead dimension. Six months had passed since the God of War forcefully ripped a new continent out of the scalding mantle of the earth and left his people on its volcanic shores. Six months had gone since the sky above Tokyo had broken and the ashes of the Swarm were falling across the Pacific.The Dragon Continent was not a sterile block of solidifying volcanic glass any longer. It was a rich and impregnable paradise.The rich soil, which the pure creation energy that Alex had bled into the bedrock had fertilized, had sprouted faster than is possible. The high, black-iron walls of the Dragon Capital were now enclosed in lush, green forests. The fifty thousand survivor Celestials of the Lost Legion had not been a group of their own; they had, lamenting the loss of General Kaelen, melted into the human army, and were fighting side by side with the Silver Phalanx under the leadership of General Talon.On the bal

The Earth does not have a heartbeat. It has magma currents, shifting tectonic plates, and grinding fault lines. It groans, it cracks, and it settles.But as Alex stood in the courtyard of the central keep, the vibration traveling up through the thick soles of his combat boots did not feel geological. It felt intentional.THUMP.A powerful tremor struck the Dragon Capital which created strong ground movements in a specific area. The heavy black-iron walls generated tremors while the new cobblestone streets developed cracks. The ground movements did not create intense disorder throughout the area. The ground produced one deep sound that traveled through the Earth foundation.A period of complete silence occurred for several seconds.THUMP.The second tremor occurred with the same strength and equal time length as the previous tremor.General Talon shouted, "Earthquake?" while he used his enormous broadsword to support himself through his attack on the courtyard ground.His black-and-go

A week is a long time for a god to wait. For seven days after Alex took the World Blade from the mantle of the Earth, the Dragon Continent experienced an unsettling peace. The people in the capital resumed their daily activities, the forges blazed, and the Silver Phalanx practiced on the obsidian plains. The sky was a clear, unbroken blue. Then it changed.It was not like the Void. There were no chaotic rifts in reality, no choking fog, and no cosmic vacuum. At precisely high noon, the sky above the Dragon Capital simply opened. It was a clean division of the atmosphere, as if an unseen blade had sliced through the clouds. From the bright opening, a sound emerged—not a roar, but a perfect, synchronized, oppressive hum that made the teeth of everyone in the city ache.A massive, golden stairway appeared in the air, connecting the Earth to the original, untainted Celestial Realm. The Heavens had come. Descending the golden stairs were three towering figures. They were not fallen, m