The terrifying battle between five Rulers…was occurring on the foot of Sacred Mountain in an extremely small corner of Ephesus.
A small, small corner.
Across Ephesus, battles like these were shockingly abundant at this moment as many Rulers found themselves on foreign lands!
Far from the lands of gray mist and spatial rifts wreaking havoc all around.
Within the depths of Ephesus, there was a hollow earth that seemed like a world of its own.
With its own skies filled with wonder.
It stretched out for thousands of miles all around!
Vibrant Sacred Mountains rose and fell, with some anchored on the earth while others shockingly floated in the skies.
Each one radiated and gushed waves of radiance as at this moment.
On a Verdant white mountain filled with tall white willow trees- the largest mountain of all those here, the visage of an illusory old man that Alexander would be able to recognize if he saw him again stood.
