“Gilieriam Naviem.”
It was enhancement magic that momentarily raised my strength and released the destructive magic condensed in my source. I slowly walked towards the God of Traces. All I had to do was walk.
On my first step, all the bookshelves stretched across the land collapsed, sending all the books recording the traces of the world into the air. Each page that opened had a trace of this world written on it. The shadows of countless people appeared in the wasteland and then vanished, destroyed by my footstep.
On my second step, the books in the air tore apart, scattering their pages everywhere. Groups of various animals appeared on the water while birds and dragons filled the skies. Then the traces of all living creatures were crushed under my foot and destroyed.
On my third step, the land shook, and the scattered pages burst. The dome vanished, and the sky appeared, followed by the sun, the moon, and the stars. Their shadows all disappeared under my step, banished beyond the skies.
On my fourth step, the torn scraps of paper disintegrated. The land cracked into pieces, lakes dried up, and all plant life withered away.
On my fifth step, countless bookshelves rose once again, recording the traces of destruction until now. The bookshelves shook violently before being crushed into pieces. Broken by my footstep, the shattered sky flickered overhead.
On my sixth step, there was nothing left in the land of traces as it shook. The only light left before me was crushed by my footstep, enclosing the world in darkness.
On my seventh step, I froze before bringing my foot down. The land of traces had vanished, and I was back in the room with the stone floor. If I had finished taking my seventh step, I would have destroyed the world a thousand times over.
