"Myth"

"Myth"

"----"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

When the world-shaking power erupted from Moro's body, every sound between heaven and earth seemed to vanish.

Some sensed something and their expressions changed drastically.

Some noticed nothing and looked bewildered.

Some exchanged glances, uncertain and alarmed.

Some felt their hearts pound, sensing that something terrible had happened.

Meanwhile, the people of the Empire were still stunned, terrified, and at a loss because of the pitch-black sky and crimson earth.

They had no idea that, at this very moment, a terrifying being had been born into this world.

"You!"

In midair, Shien's expression changed as well.

Because his Holy Sword strike, meant to kill without fail, had been stopped by Moro with one hand.

Blood hung at the corner of Moro's lips, and her fatal wounds remained. Yet the sense of oppression and presence radiating from her was now utterly incomparable to before.

Even as she coughed up blood, Moro stretched out a clawed hand and firmly gripped the Holy Sword Shien had swung.

A terrifying aura of death surged from that hand. Even as the Holy Sword's radiance continually purified it, it boiled violently and held the Holy Sword at bay.

"Get lost!"

As though experiencing a final burst of life, Moro shouted at Shien.

Terrifying deathly energy erupted from Moro's body, overwhelming heaven and earth in an instant.

"Bang—!"

The black sky shattered, revealing the originally clear blue heavens.

"Bang—!"

The crimson earth shattered, restoring the brown soil and green forests and grasslands.

Even the sacrificial magic array Moro had spent an entire decade setting up beneath the Empire vanished at that moment, silently withdrawing as though its task had been completed.

Only the most terrifying large-scale deathly energy Moro had unleashed so far told everyone that none of what had just