The ellipsoidal spheres of white flame, densely packed and numerous like the stars in the sky, descended rapidly with a fierce rotation, transforming everything in their path.

Among all skills, magic was the one that readily unleashed the horrors of hell. Whether it was dark magic, necromancy, divine magic, or elemental magic, each with its unique approach, mages consistently achieved effects surpassing those of swordsmen who had spent years honing their skills to split mountains and rocks.

Were there drawbacks? Perhaps the extensive preparation time and the need for exceptional talent. It required a significant investment of a lifetime for a human to reach a certain level before their physical body deteriorated with age. However, those who managed to overcome this challenge were rewarded with the guarantee of formidable firepower through magic.

Boom... boom!!!

The initial onslaught of white light bombardment rained down, engulfing everything in a vast white inferno, reducing all beings to ashes.

Amidst the screams silenced before they even had a chance to escape, Davey locked eyes with the man frozen in place—the Saint of the Sacred Tree. This man had previously fled from the battle in Davey's world and met his demise at the hands of Anabelle. While Davey recognized him, this was their first face-to-face encounter, prompting Davey to withhold immediate execution.

"Is the World Tree still merely observing?" Davey questioned, expecting the intervention to occur soon.

In this world where the demons had emerged...