Fate Is Fickle and Ingenious (Super Large Chapter, Please Vote Monthly)

As if in endless darkness, a disc emitting a faint glow illuminated the path ahead.

The blood-red Paper Butterfly flapped its wings and flew into the depths of the darkness, with the taller and shorter figures hurrying after it.

In that silent darkness, sharp sounds of chewing and gnawing rang out from time to time, like deathly incantations echoing in the ears of the two.

The Red Haired Woman gripped the disc in her hand tightly and carefully hurried through the darkness along the butterfly's flight path.

There was no platform or ground beneath her feet, only an empty void.

After jumping down from outside the church doors, she had not fallen into the silent darkness outside the church. Instead, she seemed to be pulled by some strange force, floating upward.

Yet during that ascent, she never saw those churches floating in the air again. There was only endless darkness, the butterfly beside her emitting specks of bloody light, and the young boy drifting along with her beside it.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt herself slowly sinking. Then she felt as though she had been completely flipped one hundred and eighty degrees, from head-up to head-down, turning the sensation of floating upward into sinking.

The distorted space threw her senses into disarray.

But soon, she and the young boy beside her "stepped" onto the "road."

The road had no form. It was still endless darkness, and they walked upon that darkness, continuing onward under the Paper Butterfly's guidance.

In this endless darkness, the light from a flashlight would be completely swallowed. Only the glow of a Transcendent Item could briefly illuminate some objects in the dark, so she took out her disc as a simple "lighting tool."

However, the young boy beside her stopped her from shining