It had taken Emery weeks to refine the painting, even with the assistance of Astral Link artifact. What he held was no ordinary high-grade Tier-7 treasure—it was a weapon, one that did not merely imitate mass or pressure, but invoked the authority of a mountain itself, dragging gravity, density, and inevitability into the battlefield.
Once unfurled, it did not explode or strike; instead, it descended slowly, relentlessly, as if decided that whatever lay beneath it was no longer permitted to exist.
That inevitability was both its greatest strength and its weakness.
The long casting time and sluggish descent made it nearly useless against agile opponents, but against a fortress-like formation—something that chose to stand and endure—it became an inescapable judgment.
"REINFORCE THE ARRAY!!"
