Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, two of the three days had passed.
As the day of the final battle approached, the disasters sweeping across the world gradually began to subside instead.
The volcanoes no longer erupted; only the ceaseless lava continued to flow.
Earthquakes no longer struck; only the terrain continued to slowly change.
Even the torrential rain gradually stopped. Only the sky remained pitch-black, thick with dark clouds, so dim that not a trace of sunlight could be seen.
Under such circumstances, an unprecedented sense of dread descended upon every living being.
People panicked.
People wept.
It was as though the order of the world had completely collapsed, turning the world upon the ground into hell.
Only those who had long since prepared themselves mentally raised their heads in unspoken unison beneath that sense of dread and looked in one direction.
There, the incarnation of the end had already descended.
Human Realm, Canyon of Gods.
As the disasters aboveground gradually subsided, the earth-shattering anomaly that had appeared here likewise calmed down.
"—"
This was a heavy silence.
"—"
This was wordless desolation.
"—"
This was suffocating oppression.
"—"
This was dense demonic energy.
At the very moment all anomalies subsided, an indescribable sense of antiquity, stillness, presence, and ancient mystery appeared within the canyon that had become ruins.
The feeling made the black and white Undead Knights tremble, the deathly energy around them continuously fluctuating.
The Queen Consort held her breath as well.
Danas stared fixedly ahead, an increasingly excited expression appearing on his face.
Under such circumstances, the ground before Danas, the Queen Consort, and the others seemed to turn into a swamp, and thick black mist began to spread across it.
It was mist formed from magic power.
"Just manifesting has solidified the