The entire Major World of Trypho shook as if it was in pain.
Some people collapsed as they watched the entire horizon covered with the sight of a falling bloody star.
"The world is ending, flee!!!!"
Similar cries filled the entire planet, as the death of everyone on the surface of the planet was quickly approaching.
Rowan knew of the seven stars over the World of Trypho, but he did not think he would hit the jackpot, and the god unlucky enough to fall into his trap would be one of the gods who was in this ten-thousand-year rotation over the planet, he was also not aware that the death of Murrihm, The Star Gazer would lead to the fall of his Divine Kingdom on the Central Planet of the Cerulean Galaxy.
The descent of the Divine Kingdom had turned the weather into an apocalyptic scene and with each passing moment, thousands of mortals were dying, being blown away by hurricane-class winds, and thunderstorms that were melting entire streets when they landed on the ground when it seemed that the world was about to see its end, a loud voice like a beacon of hope covered the planet,
"HAVE NO FEAR, I AM HERE TO SAVE YOU FROM THIS CALAMITY."
"It's the God of Strength, Zekiel! We are saved, we will not die!"
"Everyone, gather and give praises…"
A bright purple light erupted from a tear in space and flew up to the descending Divine Kingdom while growing bigger and brighter with every passing moment, and with a yell of effort that was heard all over the planet leading to cheers and laughter, a god standing more than ten thousand feet tall caught the falling Divine Kingdom.
"DO NOT DESPAIR, THE CRISES HAS BEEN AVERTED. ZEKIEL THE MIGHTY IS HERE!"
This massive god caught the falling Divine Kingdom that was the size of a small city shaped like a bloody teardrop.
A hush settled over the entire planet before a resounding cheer went out collectively over the entire planet.
Spatial tears began to open, and dozens of powerful gods stepped out, their eyes filled with astonishment and intense anger at the death of one of their numbers, and a call was about to be proclaimed by one of the gods when a slight crack was heard.
It would have been easily dismissed, however, that sound came from Murrihm's Divine Kingdom and it seemed to have an attractive quality that dragged the attention of everyone to look at it.
A long jagged gash was beginning to appear on the surface of the Divine Kingdom, like an egg being cracked from within, the crack spread until the entirety of the surface of the Divine Kingdom was filled with it, and from the cracks, golden fog began to emerge, and then another louder crack sounded.
Every mortal who heard this sound suddenly felt like they were about to faint.
Pieces of the Divine Kingdom began to fall, each of them was the size of a large building, thousands of feet across, and weighing millions of tonnes, any material from the Divine Kingdom was incredibly special and the properties of Murrihm's own were its weight and explosiveness.
The mortals below fell into peril, and now the gods did not rescue them for their focus was on the vague figures moving inside the golden fog.
Screams resounded all over the surface of the planet as millions of mortals perished from the chunks of the Divine Kingdom hitting the ground and exploding, spreading out hot streams of starlight that vapourised everything in a hundred-mile radius, those were the lucky ones, those a bit farther from the explosion suffered intense burns that slowly killed them.
Zekiel the god of strength had an awful premonition, and it occurred to him that perhaps he should not be holding up the Divine Kingdom that was mostly holding the perpetrators of whoever just slaughtered one of them, but before he could make his move, six mighty roars holding such great power and a sheer menace that he could not even imagine erupted from the crumbling Divine Kingdom that pushed the golden fog away covering the Divine Kingdom.
Zekiel let go in shock, the movement was instinctive like an arm retreating from the strike of a poisonous snake.
He hastily retreated and the Divine Kingdom he was holding up began to fall once more, but his eyes and the eyes of every god were fixed on the six massive Ouroboros Serpents whose top half was out of the Divine Kingdom.
This was the last look every mortal on the planet saw before 94 billion mortals perished in the next moment.
The Divine Kingdom weighing more than a billion tons, and holding untold billions of streams of decaying starlight landed on the ground with a bright flash of light that for the next few seconds made the entire Major World of Trypho shine brighter than every star in the Cerulean Galaxy, accompanied by the pained and irritated roars from the Ouroboros Serpents.
Luckily for the mortals on the ground, their death came quickly, only those at the Earth god level survived for a few seconds before they all perished, even the last gasp of a dying god was not something a mortal could handle, even if they were at the Earth god level.
Whether by coincidence the last people to die on Trypho were a mother and a son, and if Rowan was aware of this moment he would have seen a near resemblance between his young self and this seven years old boy with green eyes and blond hair and the panic-filled face of the mother with tears in her eyes as a wave of starlight and flames swept past them and they were reduced to ashes in less than a second.
Perhaps Rowan was aware of everything, but he did not care.
It was impossible to describe this tragedy that had just occurred, a civilization that had existed for 600,000 years, slowly growing and developing, filled with history, life and laughter, pain, strife, wars, celebration, and everything that life holds in its abundance was gone in a blink of an eye.
The countless stories and lives of 94 billion people, a number most mortals could not even conceptualize inside their heads, were gone!
