The crimson light shattered like stained glass. Gravity hit Damon Silverstar with the force of a falling mountain. He was no longer standing in the courtyard of the ruined shrine. He was thirty thousand feet above in the air, plummeting at velocity toward a sprawling, prehistoric continent.The wind roared in his ears, tearing at his clothes. He looked around. The sky was a burning gold. Falling alongside him, scattered across miles of airspace, were ten thousand streaks of blue, silver, and green light. The Avatars of the Sovereign Gods were dropping into the warzone.Beneath them lay the Savage Lands. It was an untamed island continent. Damon saw tall, active volcanoes bleeding rivers of magma, jungles with trees the size of 10 floor buildings, and jagged obsidian canyons.[System Notice: You have entered the Savage Lands Domain.][Participant Count: 10,000.][Global Broadcast is now live to the Sovereign Pantheon.]Most of the Avatars falling from the sky were frantically casting l

The jungle was terrifyingly silent. The ambient sounds of the Savage Lands, the screeching of prehistoric birds, the rustling of massive insects had vanished, suffocated by the sheer killing intent pouring from the heavens.Elara, the S-Rank Mage of the Silver Coalition, was on her knees. Her beautiful face was pale and contorted in agony as she clawed at her own throat. The two A-Rank Tanks beside her were already unconscious, their bodies shutting down under the divine pressure.Damon Silverstar stood over her, the massive Severance of Destiny humming in his right hand. The crimson blade cast a bloody, shifting light across the dark foliage."W-Why...?" Elara choked out, blood dripping from her nose. She looked up at him, her piercing blue eyes filled with incomprehensible despair. "We just... asked for help..."Damon looked down at her. He felt a distant pang of pity. She was just a hunter trying to survive a rigged game. She didn't know that the cosmic board they were playing on w

The hunt lasted for forty-two minutes. The jungle of the Savage Lands, usually echoing with the roars of apex predators and the frantic scurrying of prey, had fallen into an unnatural silence. Even the native SS-Rank beasts had fled the sector, their primal instincts screaming at them to evacuate the domain of the walking disaster.Damon Silverstar stood in the center of a muddy clearing, his chest rising and falling in measured breaths. At his feet lay the final survivor of the Silver Coalition. It was one of the A-Rank Tanks who had stood beside Elara at the canyon. The man’s silver armor was shattered, crushed inward by a devastating kick. He was crawling through the mud, dragging his paralyzed lower body, leaving a trail of dark blood behind him."Wait..." the Tank gurgled, blood bubbling past his lips. He reached a trembling, mud caked hand forward, clutching at the damp roots of a fern. "I... I yield. The system rules say... you can accept a surrender. I'll give you all my Karma

The rocky shore of the prehistoric river ceased to exist in the realm. As Silas, the Avatar of Death, raised his jagged daggers, the light of the Savage Lands was devoured. The rushing water of the river turned pitch black, and the roaring sound of the rapids was muted, replaced by a suffocating silence.[System Warning: Hostile Domain 'The Silent Grave' has fully manifested!][Conceptual Law Enforced: Absolute Endings.][Warning: Host's Vitality is being passively drained by 1% per second.]Damon Silverstar stood in the center of the encroaching void. The Embrace of the Goddess of Fate thumped defensively, its crimson threads shimmering like hot iron, but the coat was designed to block magical and physical impacts. It could not block a conceptual law. The air Damon breathed was rotting his cells.Silas hovered an inch above the blackened stones, his bandaged form drifting like smoke.‘You are a Demigod of raw power, Damon Silverstar,’ Silas’s dry, rotting whisper echoed inside Damon’

Fifty miles from the pulverized riverbank, at the jagged, smoking base of the Savage Lands' volcano, the Avatar of War was sweating. Gideon stood at the edge of a bubbling magma trench, staring up at the golden system sky. His blood red platinum armor, forged in the divine fires of his Sovereign, felt suffocatingly tight. He had just watched the broadcast. Every surviving Avatar on the continent had watched it.Silas was dead, and his domain, the Silent Grave, had been ripped apart from the inside. The anomaly had severed his own shadow to break the transfer, and then executed a Legendary Avatar with a single throw of a scythe."He absorbed the concept of necrosis," Gideon muttered, his voice trembling slightly. "The System gave him Silas' law."Behind Gideon, an encampment of over two thousand top tier Avatars stood in terrified silence. These were the elites. The Guild Masters, the S-Rank veterans, the Chosen of the minor Gods of Iron, Thunder, and Beasts. They had aligned with the