When the [Chosen Round] came to an end, the tension didn't ease, it worsened.
Within the realm of [Universal Descent], where gods and mortals collided in brutal combat, silence now echoed across the lands.
But beyond that world, into the real one, into Earth and the shattered remnants of the other 24 destroyed worlds, that silence turned into collective anxiety.
Panic didn't just simmer, it erupted.
"What happens if one of the wrong pairs wins?"
"Are we just supposed to sit here and watch?"
"There's nothing we can do, it's out of our hands now."
From crowded shelters on the other worlds to the bustling cities of Earth, beings of all races watched the aftermath of the [Chosen Round] with the same feeling weighing in their chest, dread.
The strongest beings across existence had just fought one another like monsters in a pit, each battle more devastating than the last.
Aura levels that could wipe out continents were thrown like pebbles.
