Chapter 1714: Azurel, End-Bringer of Light
Chapter 1714: Azurel, End-Bringer of Light
The moment the words Liberación Total emerged from Zoro’s lips, every Prima Deity—regardless of their allegiance—halted in awe, turning instantly toward him.
Up to this critical juncture of the Omega War, not one member of the triumvirate from either Divine Calamity Heaven or Divine Sea Heaven had unleashed their ultimate forms. Even in battles of the utmost severity, they had withheld their most devastating powers. This instance marked a significant turning point, signaling the beginning of an unprecedented new phase in the Omega War.
Zoro’s Liberación Total was the embodiment of divine terror itself—a force of preternatural chaos and insatiable ambition. It was as though an entity beyond comprehension had descended from a realm of nightmares, a shadow deity whose presence transcended earthly limits.
Zoro’s colossal form towered far above normal mountains and pierced through thick banks of mist. His torso, enormous and chiseled from obsidian, was that of an ancient titan sculpted by hands older than time itself. The sheer immensity and musculature of his physique seemed to distort the fabric of reality around him, pulling space itself inward, creating ripples and distortions visible even to ordinary eyes.
Below the waist, Zoro’s physical form dissolved seamlessly into writhing, ethereal smoke—an indication that he no longer remained tethered entirely to the terrestrial plane, shifting continually between dimensions, untouched by mortal constraints.
Emerging from his spine, sides, and back were countless shadowy appendages, each fully formed and uniquely equipped. Some ended in monstrous claws capable of cleaving mountains; others in fists that could crush cities effortlessly. Still others grasped shattered fragments of ancient temples, ruined towers, mystical weapons, or even captured souls, symbolizing his dominion over the physical and spiritual realms.
These arms did not move chaotically or randomly; rather, they operated with distinct individual purpose, each possessed of a separate will, acting independently yet coordinated like a legion of darkness obeying a singular, dreadful purpose.
Their reach spanned enormous distances, suggesting an unfathomable range—one powerful enough to seemingly snatch stars from the heavens themselves if Zoro so desired. His face remained hidden behind a chaotic veil of writhing shadows, thick, wild hair, and curved horns, obscured just enough that merely looking upon him threatened one’s grasp of reality and identity.
Around him, the skies visibly darkened, transforming clouds into ink-like masses swirling ominously. Winds that previously howled with battle fury now fell utterly silent under the crushing pressure of his monumental existence.