The System Space lay withered and silent, beautiful and magnificent hazy radiance surging without cease. Scenery beyond mortal imagination had remained unchanged since ancient times, and would continue to exist forever.
"Kehehehehehe..."
A strange, hoarse laugh shattered the everlasting silence.
Black mist surged forth, gathering into the shape of a certain throne. Perched atop it was a... creature.
It should have been a creature.
Countless disordered, tangled limbs formed his body. Flesh and black mist continually shifted between one another, while chaotic, indifferent eyeballs grew from the tips of every tentacle. Cracks sprawled across those bizarre limbs, constantly spewing out turbid black mist. At the center of his body were multiple faces.
"Shut up. Keep it down."
An icy voice came from nearby.
It was another enormous throne condensed from black mist. A humanoid creature sat upon it, regarding this place with chilling pupils.
His body was covered in scales and proliferating layers of keratin. His mutated bones protruded into spikes, and his limbs resembled some peculiar sort of amputee insect, yet could shift between different forms. One of his "palms" held a Magic Phone, its slightly cold glow illuminating his face.
"Kehehe... What is it, Soul Lock? Have you now fallen into becoming an idiot who can only wag his mouth?" Black Scale's mocking voice came from every mouth on his body, layer upon layer like crashing waves.
"Heh." Soul Lock gave a disdainful sneer and paid Black Scale no heed whatsoever.
The Lord of the End's gifts affected believers in every aspect. The body was merely the most superficial manifestation, gradually drawing closer to the Lord of the End's appearance. Black Scale had become an Archbishop of the End far earlier than Soul Lock, so the effects on him were far greater.
Even though they could no longer