Shisu had really outdone himself, and wherever he was, he was grinning with delight as the slow spread of his technique was similar to slowly strangling a mortal with bare hands over the course of hours.
It also did not help that on millions of continents, the glow from the growing red sun had wiped clean every calamity on their surfaces when it also did the same to the Explorers there with them. All of these were just the side effects of an explosion that had not even begun to reach its full potential.
It should be noted that with the size of Doom Star, there were many continents that had no idea of the presence of Ascendants. This was not actually very strange, in fact, a majority of the continents in this realm were not conversant with the true nature of the reality they were facing or who were the major powers in this realm.
Doom Star may be a single realm, but internally it was as vast as a universe, and this was just a rough estimation because it was unknown if anyone had charted out the true internal scale of Doom Star, the various continents within it could be seen as worlds, and as they were countless stars and worlds like sands on the beach in a universe, so were there countless continents on the endless ocean inside of Doom Star.
As in the case of the many worlds in a universe, some were inevitably more valuable than others in terms of location or resources, therefore a majority of the lower continents were left to their own devices, given the barest training resources to ensure the birth of Explorers and the rare chance that there might be a genius among their population that might reach the height of an Ascendant one day.
The truly valuable Continents were carefully nurtured by various Ascendant forces to become the backbone of their organization. This could not be helped, like Rowan had once hypothesized, the Ascendant civilization was very young, not even up to a hundred million years old.
For a life that had been lived without meaning, protecting their home even in death meant everything.
The red light bloomed and the entire ocean seemed to transform into blood, and the hands of all the Blood Blessed trembled, not because of fear, but because they were all creating the weapon of their choice. They did not know which enemy was coming, but whoever they were, would regret the moment they had chosen to step forth into their home.
When the shield over their home vibrated, they all tensed in anticipation, but they breathed a sigh of relief when they noticed that the person descending was the god-child and beside him was another cherubic boy with white hair, and inquisitive eyes.
The child went straight to the point, his voice resounding all over the valley, reaching the billions of people below,
"Beside me is an emissary of our Primogenitor, also known by those more ancient than our young race as the Creator, he is called the Lost Flames, and he is the most powerful being I have ever met. No doubt you saw the bloom of white that arose earlier, well, that was due to his actions. In a single move, he killed more Ascendant than most of us combined would ever see in a lifetime."
The child then brought his hand to suppress the growing cries of excitement that was beginning to arise below,
"I was called forth to defend against a tide of Ascendants that wished to cause harm to our city and stop our Primogenitor on his great task. I failed, and our enemy has unleashed a powerful weapon that would destroy all of us. I have no power to stop what is coming, but I am just a single person, and as I have learned in the past few moments, there are somethings that cannot be accomplished alone, even if you are a god."
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