Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

The shrunken Mars was pale as a sheet. His left leg was being yanked by a Great Demon, while his right hand desperately clung to the door handle.

Malin laughed loudly. When the laughter exhausted him, he pulled over a chair and sat to the side.

Time began to flow again. The Great Demon laughed maniacally, yanking Mars harder: "Your so-called ancestor will never come to save you! The True God has only just started reconnecting with this world. This time, we will surely conquer it!"

Meanwhile, the monsters, having finished their feast, finally caught the scent of something new.

They turned around together, grinning grimly, only to be engulfed and burned by the Holy Flame as they wailed.

Malin stood and walked toward the Great Demon.

A moment ago, it had been arrogantly defiant, but now it screeched like a cornered animal, shrinking into the form of a cowering puppy under Malin’s piercing gaze.

The World Tree Sapling in Malin’s hand morphed into a staff, its surface bristling with sharp wooden thorns.

Malin slammed the staff onto the Great Demon’s head. The sacred spikes pierced its skull, and the inflicted damage sent it crumpling to the ground clutching its head.

Malin swung the staff again and again, landing heavy blows on the Great Demon’s head until the Holy Flame of Purification erupted from its shell.

Turning around, Malin looked at Mars. His child was now ascending slowly with a smile, his back facing an unknown Holy Domain where winged figures sounded their trumpets.

Malin scoffed, and the bird-like figures fell like severed kites. He reached out, grabbing Mars’s injured left wrist, pulling his descendant down into his arms.