[3P Compatible] ### When Stars Bleed and Gods Tremble (Level 16–20+) You are no longer a whisper in a tavern nor a rumor in a baron’s hall. You are a verdict. A sentence inked in blood across the spine of worlds. Once, your hands clutched rusted steel and shivered in the rain. Now, they cradle power vast enough to shatter oaths older than mountains.

The stakes? They do not thunder—they roar, tidal and unrelenting. Thrones burn to kindling at your passing. Pantheons fracture like frost-cracked glass. Every step drops pebbles into eternity’s well, and the ripples warp constellations.

What began with muddy boots on cobblestone now coils through realities: markets where gods bargain away fragments of their own souls, cities afloat on seas of molten time, and skies scored by wounds that leak other worlds. Archfiends raise toasts in your name. Archangels murmur it in dread. Your shadow? It falls across kingdoms, and their suns gutter in its wake.

Yet even now, the game smiles with teeth. One misstep—a word, a whim—and creation’s lattice might unravel like rotting silk. Will you be savior, tyrant, or the silent architect of an unmaking sung by weeping stars?

Welcome, traveler. Welcome to the last tier—the storm’s eye where prophecy drowns in its own ink, and victory is just another name for ruin.