They stood on the eve of a god war of the main world.
Tuck, too, sought to enhance himself in as many dimensions as possible.
Time passed, day by day.
Steam ecology was growing and advancing.
The strong among the Green Star Clan were pushing forward their Level 500 True God plan.
Both parties were accumulating their essence, waiting for the right moment.
Unbeknownst to them, five or six years fluttered by in haste.
...
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
Within the vast Green Star Divine Fortress on the surface of the Primordial Chaos Continent, engulfed in Chaos Black Mist.
A terrifying fluctuation, enough to shake the entire starry Green Star ecology, burst forth violently.
At that moment, whether it was the divine spirits of the Human Tribe in the depths of the starry sky, the Elf Race, the Orc Royal Race, or the divine warriors of the Steam Mechanical Race within the depths of the Exotic Black Mist.