Sterl stood firm, his injuries quickly stabilizing at the cost of consuming Power of Star-Bone. However, full recovery to his peak strength would require a period of rest and recuperation. Especially on the blackened giant hand, the dense gray mist it contained had deeply rooted itself in his body, and it would be difficult to clear it all in the short term.
If he allowed this gray mist to remain inside him, it would cause irreversible damage, potentially even harming his foundation and reducing both his potential and strength.
Then, he gazed across the vast expanse of land stretching thousands of miles. The Realm of the Undying had been completely destroyed, but the surrounding Spatial Turbulence surged, enough to turn this area into an even more terrifying wasteland than the Realm of the Undying, within a millennium.
Even gods who entered without permission would face the risk of being torn apart by the Spatial Turbulence.
