Booooooommmm!
A loud explosion rang out as the bombs detonated. He could feel the tremor even from space as the planet quaked, a bottomless pit opening thousands of miles wide.
The brief release of energy was so immense that even a planetary-realm being would have been annihilated instantly.
The sharp-browed man gulped, his eyes unfocused.
Although this attack could have killed him, he wasn't the target—the forefather was.
Could such an attack even harm a forefather? A being above Rank 1…
The sharp-browed man floated downward, gazing at the abyss that stretched deep into the planet's core.
All the bodies, warships, forests, land, everything he had once seen was now gone, disintegrated into the smallest atoms by the explosion.
Everything was gone… except one.
The sharp-browed man froze.
"Impossible… impossible…" he muttered.
It felt as if his mind was playing tricks on him. There, floating calmly above the chasm, was the forefather—alive, unscathed, and utterly serene.
