180 The Whale That Covers the World

The sight of the vast plains and blue sky was magnificent, but unfortunately there was no time to sit back and enjoy it.

Ian reached toward the sky and chanted the spell written in the grimoire.

“The center is He, so all matter moves according to my god. And thus, you shall be reborn by His touch.”

Wuuung…….

The outstretched hand turned white. Ian slowly clenched his fist, feeling as if someone were gently stroking his hand. With that motion, distortions spread through the world. A white speck suddenly appeared in the sky, devouring the firmament and clouds as it grew larger.

By the time it had grown to a size comparable to the rising sun.

“She shall bless us.”

Kwarururuk!

The pale, pure-white speck burst, scattering white rain in all directions. The white liquid that fell under gravity reconfigured everything it touched to Ian's will.

Trees commit suicide. Leaves turn into round spheres and roll across the ground. The 'ears' of the various creatures hanging from the great tree turn into spear-like spikes, stabbing at the trunk. Even that great tree is slowly dying in accordance with Ian's will...