It's clear to see the river water beneath our feet rolling back, and the distant mountains rising from the ground one after another.
As if swallowed by a gigantic vortex, they're now converging together.
Surging toward Kulika in the distance.
"Truly obstinate." Kulika sighs softly, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, the pupils have completely vanished, replaced by a terrifying golden light of immense power. His tone is no longer as gentle as before, it has become authoritative, like a judge on a high podium passing judgment over all beings.
"Once the Federation traversed the Star Sea, relying on what you see is the strength we demonstrated? A frog its entire life, living at the bottom of a well, believes the sky is only as big as the well's lid. Little does it know how vast the world is, how immense the universe, pitiable, hateful, and tragic. Very well, let you witness now the true strength of us Descenders!"
Whoosh!