"Let's go."
With those two simple words, Divine Calamity gave the command—and ascended into the sky above the Sea of Misfortune, his gaze fixed toward the distant horizon of the Endlessdeath Continent. He didn't wait to see if the others followed. There was no need.
He was an ArchDeity, a being whose will shaped reality itself. When he gave an order, it was obeyed. Not because of fear—though he was certainly feared—but because the very fabric of the universe seemed to respond when he spoke. His words were law. His commands, inevitability.
And so, just as Divine Calamity expected, the armies of the Lord Tier Organizations began to move. Millions of Divine Cultivators took to the sky, crossing the Sea of Misfortune like divine legions marching across the void. Though they were traveling together, the Lord Tier factions kept their distance from one another, always gauging their rivals, unwilling to fly too close.
