Ilyana POV
The battlefield trembled.
Ilyana stood in the center of the storm, her eyes locked on the fourteen Stage 6 Gods floating above the burning skies.
The Complete World they had created pulsed with energy.
It was a Complete World built from the resonance of fourteen others.
She could feel it in her bones.
'A Complete World created by resonating the Complete Worlds of fourteen Stage 6 Gods. The power is far beyond my Complete Worlds.'
Even so, she didn't waver.
She raised her hand, green light blooming from her palm.
"The World."
The space around her cracked like glass.
From the fractures, enormous vines erupted, spreading across the floating islands that hung in the sky.
Her Complete World filled the air with the scent of earth and life, fighting against the oppressive power of the Alliance's World.
Jack's army of undead surged forward beside her.
A massive skeleton — nearly the size of a planet — roared, leading an army of countless undead soldiers.
