The disaster of art spilled out from the end times, and the cosmic-level turbulence caused by the shattering of Creator God's ideals was very intense. But fortunately, the current real universe had already been turbulent enough.
Just as they say, "too much debt isn't worrisome," similar to an Old Liar Witch, if you owe enough, the account will just crumble by itself. The same goes for the real universe. While its "representative will" was trapped in a war board game universe called Warhammer 40k, enjoying a frenzied revelry in a sea of excrement, the sixth era of the universe once again displayed its strong subjective reflection in the face of a reality riddled with explosions everywhere.
You're dealing with an art disaster. So what if your ideals are shattered? It has nothing to do with me. You weren't created by me. If you want to find someone to blame, find someone in the deep space or those in artistic creation.
