Beneath the Elven Ancient Tree, this ancient tree, which had stood for who knew how many years, had lost all vitality due to the upheaval caused by the Ancient Tree of the Abyssal Prison's rebellion. Now, it had become nothing more than a living specimen.
This was the Elven Ancient Tree's true purpose, or rather, in the eyes of the Dream Spirit Empire's high command, it was merely a tool for monitoring the state of the Abyssal Prison.
Under the canopy, Sterl stood with his sword drawn, surrounded by an impenetrable force of heavily armored soldiers. Above him, the spinning meat grinder, like a death bell, drew nearer with each passing second.
Amidst the encirclement of the army, Sterl's figure appeared incredibly small, like a drop in the vast ocean, a tiny ripple that could easily be drowned.
Yet, at this moment, he slowly raised the Sword of the World, his aura becoming sharper and heavier.
'Overlord Sword · Chā!'
