"It's a relic." Godfrey pointed at the monument. While Isolde stared at it, he told her what the armour said to him.
The world was even bigger than she thought. Countless worlds had fallen trying to satisfy the mana tree's question. Ruined worlds floated about, bearing stories of forgotten civilizations.
From what she deduced most worlds had subtle differences in how mana affected them. For them, the humans of Earth, part of their souls could take the shape of other races, meaning the mana tree was compiling almost all races into one world to see the outcome.
It would be a brutal one when the Ruination Stage came. Once Earth's pantheon was established, those other gods would wreck the fragile stability of Earth, it would become god against god, faction against faction.
What about her?
Isolde's eyes narrowed. Her life goal was to make sure Godfrey didn't become what she saw but failed. Not entirely as her presence was able to keep warmth in his heart.
