The Old Gods Are Dying
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
At the highest point of Avalon, a mighty melody rose from beneath the ground.
It was Leviathan.
The deceased soul buried deep under the soil and rocks woke up from its long slumber. The demised catastrophe was singing, the husky and cold tune latching onto the melody. Like flesh and blood growing on a skeleton, it gradually filled out, outlining the embryonic form of the catastrophe.
The alchemy array hidden deeply beneath the entire territory was awakened.
The path of godly ascension was reopened once more.
Forcibly controlled by the stone sword, the two halves of the path of godly ascension, which had been split, attracted each other forcefully and gradually came together, about to return to the original state.
The sky shook.
Countless stars dimmed and swayed. Flame-like glows fell, floating between the sea and the sky, surrounding the vast sun of darkness.