As the Aegis Shield collapsed, the massive tree plummeted from the skies, hurtling straight toward the human domain.
It looked as though a god had hurled a colossal tree from the heavens, a divine punishment, as if humanity had committed an unforgivable sin that could only be paid for with extinction.
The tree fell with such speed that it ripped through the atmosphere, spiraling air currents in its wake like the scream of a dying sky.
To the inhabitants of the human domain, the world went dark. Shadows danced across their dread-filled faces as they looked up, paralyzed, helpless, as the end approached.
The paragons of humanity stared at the falling tree with grim expressions. Atticus's power hadn't even scratched it. What could they possibly do?
"Oberon!"
Vexarious screamed. There was desperation in every syllable he uttered. "Is there nothing you can do!?"
