The three entirely different powers struggled to fuse under Ron’s coordination.
They ford a composite attack that was difficult to maintain stability even with his current high-precision construction ability.
—Giga・Trio!
When the blast erupted from the tip of the Magic Wand, the entire arena shook violently.
Visible ripples appeared in the air, like waves stirred by a giant stone thrown into a lake.
Where these ripples passed, even the fabric of space began to exhibit subtle distortions.
When the blast hit the stitched monster, the effect surpassed even Ron the Caster’s own expectations.
The various unstable powers within the monster started to spiral completely out of control.
The infusion of different Apostles’ essences only accelerated its process of self-destruction.
Delir’s fire of vengeance began to consu the flesh and blood of the stitched entity;
Kempes’ spatial shards ford miniature black holes within the monster, devouring everything around them;
Kro’s ti curse subjected different parts of the entity to varying ti flows, causing its structure to tear apart...
Most terrifyingly of all, the interaction of the three forces produced an unprecedented effect of destruction.
The conflict between ti and space created void fissures;
The contact between the fire of vengeance and the void triggered explosions on a soul level;
All of this chaos was further amplified several tis by the reality erosion effect of the Star’s Ravings...
Amidst the deafening roar, the stitched monster created by the combined efforts of the three Apostles began to collapse completely from within.
Its gigantic body fell like a sand tower, transforming into a storm of energy fragnts and residual matter.
The fragnts burned with flas of various colors in the air, resembling a dazzling yet horrifying fireworks display.
When the last light faded, only Ron’s solitary figure remained standing quietly at the center of the battlefield.
He bore no wounds, and even his breath was perfectly steady.
As if the fierce battle just now had been nothing more than a casual exercise for him.
With the annihilation of the final enemy, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.
Not a single spectator among the tens of thousands dared to make a sound; even their breathing beca cautious.
All beings were intimidated by the absolute domination over Abyssal Power, feeling a mix of awe and a growing sense of unease.
After a long pause, Maggs announced in a voice devoid of emotional fluctuation:
"The winner of the 127th Abyss Prelude Competition: the ’Chaos Convergence’ Legion of the Eye of the Abyss, Nari!"
His voice carried no hint of celebration, but was instead filled with deep apprehension.
Maggs’ nine eyes fixed upon Ron, his mind behind the mask quickly sifting through ancient mories accumulated over countless years.
"This power form..."
He repeatedly compared it against all possibilities in his mind:
"The Demon Hunter’s retribution, the Wizard’s logic, the Abyss’s wildness... Three paths that should repel each other potentially harmonized... This reminds of..."
A buried mory fragnt gradually surfaced in his consciousness.
"Nas!"
Maggs urgently contacted the Third Throne through the Spiritual Link:
"In your ti observation, have you seen a similar existence?"
The response from Nas, the Invisible Mist, was almost instantaneous, carrying an unmistakable tremble of fear:
"Are you referring to... the ’Eternal Hunting’ from that tiline? The creature that nearly destroyed the Abyss?"
Hearing this na, all nine of Maggs’ eyes contracted simultaneously.
In the Supre Apostle’s mory, so nas were absolute taboos, and "Eternal Hunting" was among the most terrifying.
"Initiate deep ti reversal,"
Maggs commanded, his tone more solemn than ever before:
"I need to verify the degree of similarity."
Nas’ nebula body began to undulate violently, thousands of eyes turning to the river of ti past.
Guided by his Ti Perception Ability, a deliberately forgotten history began to resurface in the consciousness of the two Supre Apostles.
It was a tiline where Abyssal Power ran rampant at an unprecedented scale.
In that twisted reality, the Erosion of the Abyss reached unseen levels, the entire Main World was tainted by the Abyss’s presence.
No fewer than twenty-five Supre Apostles existed simultaneously, with countless ordinary Apostles, with over ten Apostolic entities occupying every level of the Abyss.
Most terrifying of all was that, in that tiline, a dreadful being even the Supre Apostles feared—"Mother"—also awakened successfully.
It was an ultimate being on par with the Four Cornerstones, from which all power of Supre Apostles, Apostles, and Awakened derived.
Even the Abyss itself was rely an extension of Her body.
In that tiline, the Wizard Civilization was forced to beco compatible with the Abyss, causing the entire world to twist and distort severely.
Nurous powerful Wizards proactively accepted the Abyss’s corruption to gain survival power amidst the Abyss’s Erosion, becoming distorted Awakened.
But in such a despairing environnt, an unprecedented anomaly—"Eternal Hunting"—was born.
It was a legendary entity that simultaneously traversed the knightly path represented by Demon Hunters and Magic Swordsn, the Wizard road, and the path of an Abyss Awakened.
Three evolutionary paths that should have been wholly conflicting were miraculously unified in him.
"That existence..."
Nas’ voice was becoming indistinct in the ti reversal:
"It should be a balance chanism naturally generated by rules to counter the Abyss system’s excessive expansion.
When the power of the Abyss threatens the basic stability of reality, the universe itself creates a corresponding force of opposition."
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