In the corner of the hall, Stripline's cultivation was still below the Saint stage.
The moment the invisible pressure hit, his eyes rolled back, and he immediately collapsed, knocked out cold.
His body slammed into the chair behind him, sending it flying before he thudded heavily onto the floor.
At the same time, at the top of the Latio family mansion in the Thirteenth District:
Mario Latio leaned on his cane, standing before a floor-to-ceiling window.
He gazed toward the World Tree, watching the five-colored pillar pierce the sky and earth.
Hot tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes.
"81 stars! The Latio family's comeback is unstoppable!"
...
At the peak of the World Tree, Logan floated in mid-air.
His black tactical suit flapped wildly in the energy storm.
A warm, five-colored glazed sheen covered his skin.
Logan lifted his hand, forcing down the urge to break through further inside his body.
