The last Earth Tower fell without ceremony.
No cheers.
No sky-splitting miracle.
No prophecy fulfilled with thunder.
Just a quiet collapse, stone turning to dust, laws unraveling like old thread.
Across the world, the remaining towers, those ancient spines that had pierced continents and dictated fate went dark one by one. Some fell to overwhelming force. Others to patience, strategy, or inevitability. A few simply… stopped resisting, as if the world itself had decided the trial was over.
It took decades for humanity to realize what had truly happened.
It took four years for George, Kas, and Typhon to finish it.
By the final year, Earth-Level enemies were no longer challenges.
They were *reminders*.
Creatures that once demanded coordination now fell in moments—sometimes without a single skill being used. Towers designed to break nations crumbled when faced with beings who had already broken themselves and rebuilt something stronger.
