Chapter 309: The Gap and Promise
The difference between the 8th Order and the 9th Order wasn’t a matter of simply possessing more mana.
The 8th Order was the mastery of a Concept, becoming a Law of the world. The 9th Order the realm of Demigods was the ability to impose that Law upon the universe, crushing all other rules beneath it.
When the entity from the deep finally reached the precipice of the chasm, it didn’t roar as Its mere presence deleted the sound of the battlefield.
The roaring cannons fell silent. The screams of the dying mercenaries faded into a muted hum.
Duke Ferro, the massive iron construct, suddenly dropped to both knees. The superheated steam venting from his gears instantly cooled, turning into heavy, freezing water.
"My... my furnace..." Ferro choked out, his internal fires sputtering under an invisible, conceptual weight.
Next to him, Duke Aurum’s floating palanquin plummeted to the earth, crashing into the mud. The gold plating on his skin lost its lustrous shine, turning dull and heavy.
Even Damien, standing miles away near the secondary trench, felt the [Greedy King’s Intent] inside his soul roar in absolute defiance as the suffocating pressure tried to force him to the ground.
His Eclipse Core spun violently, creating a thin, protective film of energy just to keep his internal organs from rupturing.
A massive, decaying hand gripped the edge of the chasm.
It was a Primordial Blight-Behemoth. A 9th-Order entity.
It looked like a walking graveyard. Its body was composed of fossilized abyss-wood, tectonic plates, and the rotting corpses of lesser leviathans fused together into a bipedal nightmare that stood five hundred feet tall.