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Chapter 297: THE ARRIVAL OF THE CELESTIALS
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... that pulsed with the weight of cosmic judgment. Every step he took across the ruined coliseum cracked reality itself—space ruptured, colors bled into one another, and gravity distorted, warping the battlefield into a nightmare of chaotic pressure.
But Endless?
Endless danced through it.
The foreign essence that swirled around him responded like a living tide—tendrils of shifting nothingness that twisted and reshaped the world around him. It wasn't mana. It wasn't aura. It ...
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