There's a term in the mortal world: "sunk cost."
Right now, the Surian God-King Enlil was the perfect embodint of a gambler gone mad—having already lost twenty Surian deities, he knew that if he didn't take down the Ginnungagap world, it would be a total, irredeemable loss.
If he fails, he's not just a loser—he's a clown.
If sacrificing a main god like Utu, the Sun God, yielded nothing in return, then Enlil's seat as God-King would be hanging by a thread.
That's how cruel the world is.
The last ti Enlil was dethroned, it was because he'd gone bathing with the goddess Ninlil in the holy river—and did a few shaful things while at it. For desecrating the sacred river, he was punished by the gods and temporarily kicked out.
But that incident was just a breach of decorum, not a crisis for the world.
This ti was different.
The world was damaged, and it desperately needed replenishnt.
Although the Surian world didn't have a clever or articulate world will like Ginnungagap, its survival instinct still compelled the gods and living beings within it to seek salvation.
Sa old truth: if you won't save the world, the world won't save you.
If the world couldn't hold together, and began to shrink, the gods who consud the most resources would be the first to be culled.
This was a gamble that had to be played.
Either win it and fatten the world—maybe even push it toward ascension...
Or lose it, and the world falls apart, disintegrating into pieces.
Yet the more Enlil tried to push the Surian world closer to that strange otherworld with a real, sky-piercing tree, the faster the opposing world pulled back.
So much so that even Enlil, god of wind and storms, began to panic:
"Isn't there anyone who can do sothing—anything—to stop that damned world from retreating?!"
Enlil looked around the divine hall, finally fixing his gaze on the wisest god among them.
"Enki! Think of sothing!"
Enki, god of wisdom and water, was the eldest son of sky god Anu, and elder brother to Enlil himself. In the Surian mythos, he was the one who proposed creating humans—so that mankind could serve the gods and relieve the poor sixth- and seventh-generation deities from digging and toiling just to feed their betters.
Enki's involvent in humanity's creation had led to no end of drama. Humans reproduced too much, made too much noise, and Enlil had ordered their extinction—three tis. There were endless tales to be told of that ss.
Compared to Enlil's brutality and disregard for life, Enki was far more gentle.
Seeing how badly things were going, the god wrapped in snaking currents of water sighed heavily.
"My brother... Have you considered that if we truly cannot conquer this world, perhaps we should try to coexist with it?"
"No! Never! I will never share my authority as God-King with anyone! Destruction is the only fate for those bastard pseudo-gods! I want you to find a way to crush them, not speak of peace with our enemies!"
Enki could only sigh silently to himself.
His brother was the sa as ever—brutal, wild, incapable of tolerating dissent.
He demanded that everything in existence conform to his will.
Enki had known all along that Enlil's three attempts at human extinction were nothing more than acts of selfish cruelty. But he had been powerless to stop it—he could only make secret moves to preserve the fla of hope called "humanity."
This war, too, had co far too suddenly. Enki hadn't even had the chance to reach out to the other side.
Rather than chasing so vague hope of victory, Enki was more concerned with what happens if they lose.
Unfortunately, the arrow had already left the bowstring—there was no turning back.
Over on the other side, when Thalos sensed the Surian world begin to accelerate, he curled his lip in disdain:
"A kingdom, a family, a person—they all have the right to declare war.
But war is easy to start and hard to stop.
If you kick things off by breaking all the rules... you deserve to die."
In his spiritual vision, that colossal planetary Surian world began to accelerate.
As everyone knew, accelerating sothing that massive ca with a price.
What Thalos hadn't expected was just how ruthless Enlil could be—the Surian God-King's thod was to sacrifice their own sun.
That was honestly insane.
The fall of Sun God Utu ant that the remaining sun of Sur was destined to die anyway.
So instead of letting it fade into uselessness, Enlil decided to burn it up—convert its last remaining energy into a fuel source to drive the world forward.
In Thalos's sight, the entire Surian world looked like a gigantic cot, dragging a vast tail of golden solar fire as it hurtled toward Ginnungagap.
To be frank, if any other god had been in Thalos's place, there might've been no good solution to this kind of shaless, close-range world-ramming attack.
The sheer mass of a world was terrifying.
Thalos could already imagine it: if the energy-based world barrier of Ginnungagap were ever breached, the resulting collision would likely destroy three or four of its ten internal worlds—most likely the middle or lower ones. Sobody would be the unlucky one.
Fortunately, Thalos was soone with plenty of experience in titanic-scale battles.
Well, his "experience" ca mostly from Earth's novels, ani, and manga.
In this kind of clash, things like energy beams and light cannons were often useless.
The main problem was: long-range attacks lost too much energy. They rarely had enough force to stop a charging world.
It was like facing a berserk bull. Unless you had so god-tier sledgehamr to crack its skull, the better tactic was to break its balance.
The Surian world was getting closer!
Closer still!
Anyone with divine sight could already glimpse the walnut-like stone shell of the oncoming world, pressing ever nearer to Ginnungagap's borders.
The Surian world was so massive, it actually blocked out part of the ambient chaotic light from the void, casting a shadow over Ginnungagap.
And then—
At the roots of the World Tree, glowing green lights began to shimr.
Across the void, Surian god Enki nearly cried out in shock. He saw it clearly—those weren't light particles. They were massive, snake-like roots, twisting and spinning in the air like whips.
The roots reached far beyond Ginnungagap's borders, rotating as they rose skyward—finally braiding together like strands of rope into one gigantic, coiled whip.
At that mont, Enki could feel it—it wasn't his imagination.
A cold, rciless voice ca from the Ginnungagap world:
"The Surians… seriously need a beating."
A dark, enormous shadow shot upward between the two worlds and swept horizontally across half of the Surian world's surface.
In that instant, all of Sur trembled as their sky god Anu let out a scream that echoed through heaven and earth.
The world's massive stone shell was torn open, leaving a gaping wound.
Countless broken chunks of rock were hurled into the chaotic void—
And at the sa ti, an overwhelming torrent of chaotic energy surged into the Surian world, devouring everything in its path.
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