The absolute stillness of the frozen world hung heavily over the Port Area.
Under the brilliant, unnatural glow of the golden cosmic vortex, thousands of enemy mages, the remnants of Da Vinci's shattered coalition, and the grand, translucent palm strike of Ancestor Long remained completely paralyzed in mid-air. Within this small sanctuary of unfrozen time, the air felt thick with an impending finality.
Tony Clark stood calmly at the center of the courtyard, his dark combat cloak billowing slightly against the residual spatial energy humming from Tang Zi's pearlescent form. The two World Tree seeds had officially been exchanged, and the legendary rewards had been perfectly integrated. To his left, Ancestor Kent and his younger brother Leo stood radiating a level of world-suppressing power that felt completely terrifying, their newly reconstructed foundations humming with the absolute peak energy of the continent.
