The church's stained-glass windows no longer depicted holy scenes. Instead, they showed tragedy after tragedy, each filled with loss and pain.
The eternal drizzle stopped.
In its place came an invisible, even more suffocating atmosphere.
It was neither simple sorrow nor pure despair.
It was the concept born when the two merged and became something more: Utter Desolation.
It was the ultimate void and silence, enough to drain the light from the stars and halt the river of time.
The church doors slowly opened, and a new figure emerged.
She still had the form of a woman, but she wore an ornate black gauze gown woven from the faces of countless weeping souls.
Her face remained indistinct, yet anyone who looked at her would see the face they regretted losing most, the one they could never let go of.
The fused deity—Final Dirge.
Her arrival cast the entire world in deeper shades of gray.
Having just finished a feast and about to pounce on his next target, Yada Yada stopped short.
For the first time, confusion flickered in his golden, flame-filled beast eyes.
To his beastlike senses, the scents of those two "delicacies" had vanished.
In their place was a blank.
A vast void with no scent, no desire, and nothing worth hunting.
His hunting instinct had briefly failed him in the face of that void.
It was like a ravenous tiger facing a stone. It knew the stone was not food and had no interest in attacking it.
"This is trouble."
In the Command Center, Qin Chuan frowned slightly.
"Warning: High-level conceptual fusion detected."
Season Star's voice rang out as streams of data rapidly rearranged themselves in her pupils.
"The newly formed Divine Position, Final Dirge, has shifted its mode of operation from 'emotional amplification' to 'severance of will.'"