Chapter 532: The Puppet Master's Symphony, The Twilight of the Gods

The cosmos bled. As Sterl's final whisper, "Let the show begin," faded into the silence of his sanctum, the battlefield outside erupted in a cataclysm of divine annihilation. The Godslayer Formation, a masterpiece of Ashen ingenuity and forbidden arts, had reached its terrifying zenith. Beams of incandescent, silver-white light, each one woven from the conceptual death of a thousand worlds, crisscrossed the void. They were not mere energy; they were anti-divinity given form. Where they passed,...