Preparation Time

World Tree— Iffis Realm

As the Kingdom of the Dead, this place had always been an incomparably gloomy Evil Land.

Ever since Nidhogg had successfully been born a thousand years ago, however, this already perilous environment had worsened countless times over.

All manner of strange and bizarre monsters often wandered about here wantonly, without any pattern whatsoever.

Thus, even the Death Reaper lineage among the Goddess of War, who were responsible for managing Undead Creatures, had gradually come here less and less often.

For the most part, they simply tossed the gathered undead in here and called it a day.

They rarely entered specifically to inspect the environment as they had in the past.

If the undead truly had nowhere else to be discarded, they—and the many races wary of Nidhogg—would probably not have thrown Undead Creatures in here at all.

They would have directly adopted a policy of total closure and sealed this place shut!

Just like the Endless Storm Domain, which imprisoned countless Demons.

But at this moment.

At the base of the World Tree's roots,

within a vast, empty, gloomy cavern.

Without the outside world knowing anything,

a Death Reaper named Domilia was kneeling halfway upon the flat earth, gazing up with a face full of yearning at the majestic draconic body of the black dragon at the very center of the cavern—a creature whose length stretched for who knew how many hundreds of millions of miles.

The streamlined muscles across its body resembled orderly ancient mountain ranges, linked together in perfect proportions to form a stable structure.

Upon the pitch-black Dragon Scales, twisted faces constantly surfaced and vanished.

Countless streams of Black Mist flowed ceaselessly from their mouths, eye sockets, and ears, winding tightly around the surface of the dragon's body.

They made the outside of