The colossal Eternal Canopy descended slowly, its massive trunk groaning as it fell toward the shattered ground of Sector 8. Despite the speed of its plummet, it seemed to move in slow motion, as though time itself had slowed.
To the people of sector 8 floating in the sky, held high by Magnus's crackling tendrils of lightning or other paragon abilities, it felt like the end of the world.
Buildings had crumbled into dust. Entire communities lay in ruins, their homes reduced to rubble. The clash between Atticus and Blackgate had been nothing short of catastrophic.
Yet, despite the devastation, every gaze was fixed on the falling tree.
Their expressions were frozen in horror and disbelief. But it wasn't the destroyed homes or the countless lives lost that filled their minds. It was the Eternal Canopy.
