The aftermath of the Lightning Sea was a scene of utter devastation. Charred earth stretched as far as the eye could see, littered with the smoldering remains of countless demon beasts.
The golden expanse of Thor's Sea stood as a stark boundary, a line the black tide of the demon army dared not cross.
The sheer destructive power unleashed within a ninety-mile radius had dealt a significant blow to the millions-strong horde.
Even without sentience, they understood fear.
"Whew..." Mike let out a breath, surveying the charred landscape. The mass slaughter had propelled him to level 499. He could only level up further after changing classes.
Level 500...
The number sent a shiver down his spine.
If he remembered correctly, every potential Supreme Being experienced a momentous event upon reaching level 500:
The opening of the Supreme Abyssal.
