Chapter 446 World Tree Yggdrasil_2

As time passed, the entire World Tree Altar was contaminated by the Breath of the Abyss. This chilling breath, bearing the wails and curses from the Endless Abyss, corroded every inch of the altar, turning that once holy and inviolate sanctuary into a place twisted and cold.

The faint emerald glow on the altar gradually dissipated, to be replaced by an ominous shade of grey-black.

The originally smooth and natural patterns on the altar also began to warp and contort grotesquely, as if countless invisible hands were scratching at its surface, attempting to drag it into an endless darkness.

The once joyously singing elf spirits had vanished without a trace, replaced by waves of piercing lamentations that reverberated in the desolate and despairing air.

Demogorgon watched everything unfolding before him, standing expressionlessly, as if he were waiting for something.