The Gods fought with what could only be described as pure desperation.
They struck at everything in sight, unleashing their full power without restraint. Massive fragments of land—falling like meteors from the collapsing Eighth Layer—were shattered again and again as they descended toward the Divine Kingdoms. Blades of radiant energy, pillars of flame, and torrents of divine force erupted in every direction.
But it did not matter.
No matter how fiercely they fought, no matter how powerful their counterattacks were, they could not halt the descent of the Eighth Layer's landmass. Nor could they claim the lives of the Lords who had orchestrated this destruction.
Golden weapons continued to rain from the sky.
Each one struck with precision, crashing into the bodies of any God who attempted to self-destruct in a final act of defiance. Their desperate gambits were cut short again and again, their last hopes extinguished before they could bear fruit.
"Pull back!"
