"Although still not victorious, at least we've held on until this moment."
The Bell-Ringer was standing by, listening to their weak conversation: "Sorry, honorable predecessors, I don't understand..."
The Light God Song stood up slowly, holy light gushing from his broken wounds, and a large volume of blood filling the Divine Pool. The expressions of the Gods Palace priests around him tightened, but the Light God merely raised his hand slightly, signaling that it was of no concern.
He spoke gently, his voice was hoarse, yet inexplicably comforting.
"In the past, the last stand consisted of only three dimensions, including the Present World, fighting against the Abyss."
"And now I can feel it....."
"It's back, all back!"
The light from the World Ship grew ever brighter, illuminating every corner, and the shadows of the Abyss were gradually fading at this moment as the Magic Creatures used their ability to open a path to the new world!
And in the next instant.
