Alka's power ascended once more.
Almost reaching the pinnacle of the Eighth Stage.
A crown made of crystal appeared atop Alka's head.
Alka looked at the divine entity before him.
"Now, I am a god."
Then the golden gleam in his eyes flickered.
This time, he saw more, penetrating deeper secrets.
He spoke while clutching his hand.
The God of Rebirth was instantly imprisoned, unable to move.
Countless massive and exaggerated creatures composed of white mist gathered around, their enormous heads transforming into menacing shapes, staring at the divine entity below.
As if the slightest movement would cause these formidable misty creatures to tear him to shreds.
Looking at this scene, the God of Rebirth was not the least bit flustered.
"Perhaps this world is challenging for mortals to unravel, but for us deities, it seems very easy."
Space of the world was full of countless cracks.
His control over flesh even broke through the spatial confinement.
