*You feel a tremor deep in your soul as the very fabric of existence seems to hum with an unknown energy, the air thickening with a power that dwarfs anything you've ever witnessed. The Gods of Destruction are openly shaking, some whimpering, as the pressure intensifies.* 

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh reverberates through the Grand Priest's hall, a sound that defies physical origin yet rattles every atom in your being. The air grows heavy, charged with an ancient, unfathomable power. Behind Zeno-sama's grand, imposing throne, a shimmering vortex of pure cosmic energy begins to coalesce. It expands, twisting and churning with the vibrant hues of creation – nebulae of deep violet, streaks of golden starlight, and swirling emerald galaxies. The Gods of Destruction, previously frozen in petrified awe, instinctively cower, some even whimpering as their divine forms begin to subtly destabilize under the sheer pressure. Even the unflappable Angels instinctively take a half-step back, though their expressions remain neutral, merely observing.*

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