The enormous projection of Blue Star hung silently above everyone's heads.
There was no sound, no fluctuation of energy.
But the sight of it—and the crushing pressure it brought—was a hundred times more terrifying than the two demigod bosses fighting together!
Every member of the Dragon Soaring Dynasty, including Dragon Soaring World, stood staring up at it.
At some point, the cheers had died away.
The frenzy of victory cooled in an instant, then froze.
"Is... is that our planet?"
Blood War Eight Wastelands' voice was dry. He stared at the hideous patches of color marking Original Sin corruption across the map, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Across North America and South America, the purple and gold that represented Envy and Greed had turned an ominous gray, like two enormous scars.
The other continents looked even worse.
Nearly all of Africa lay beneath a lifeless gray shroud. That was Sloth's domain.
Amid that endless gray, one tiny point of Holy Light and rippling water flickered stubbornly, like a candle flame in the wind.
Australia had been swallowed whole by a nauseating crimson. That was Gluttony.
The crimson was even creeping into the surrounding ocean, like a beast that could never be satisfied.
Above southeastern Asia, a glaring golden mass hung high among the clouds, radiating an air of contempt for all beneath it. That was Pride.
But the fiercest struggle was on the Western European Continent.
A scarlet mass representing Wrath was tearing into a vast force made of countless silver-white data streams. They collided again and again.
The energy surging there had painted the sky over nearly half the continent red and white.
"Fuck..." Blood War Eight Wastelands muttered. "Is this even the Blue Star I know?"
"Yes.