After stepping through the World Tree's barrier, Incursio and Typhania's clone arrived in another world—
Once, it had been a realm of pure life energy, where the very air shimmered with the essence of creation. Towering emerald trees stretched infinitely into a golden sky, their roots intertwined with the vast crystalline rivers of mana that flowed through this sacred place.
A place untouched by war.
A sanctuary of absolute peace.
But now—
That world was dying.
The sky, once golden, had dimmed into a sickly gray. The trees—once lush with life—had withered. Their leaves had turned black, their bark cracked, leaking a dark, toxic substance that reeked of decay.
The mana rivers, once brilliant and full of energy, had turned into sluggish, stagnant pools. Where they should have glowed with ethereal blue light, they were now clouded with shadows, writhing like something alive.
And at the very center—
