World Ending

That was a drop of blood.

A fresh drop of blood taken directly from Orsaga's true body.

Its volume was roughly equivalent to half a corn kernel.

Countless blood mists, like veils of gauze, surrounded the spacetime around it.

With the eyesight of the Primordial Dragons, they could see with perfect clarity that the true essence of those blood mists was countless tiny, twisted, blood-red faces formed from resentment.

Each face required vast numbers of deaths for even a chance to condense. Once released, it would immediately become a high-intensity evil spirit.

Thus, even a mere wisp of blood mist could only be extracted after slaughtering countless worlds.

And now, around that drop of blood, the endless blood mist surged madly like a boundless crimson ocean.

Countless Evil Spirits transitioning from illusion into reality were visibly howling and slaughtering one another within it.

Even more so, bolstered by some twisted force—

They resembled Demon Shadows from certain Timelines, trying to spread wildly along the flow of the River of Time and devour everyone they came into contact with.

As for the lightning that had been frantically attacking ever since the blood forcibly broke through, though it could tear worlds apart, it was not even qualified to approach the blood. It was blocked by the blood mist of Evil Spirits surrounding it, who crazily drew out the power contained within it.

Then, before the Primordial Dragons could make their next move—

The drop of blood underwent a further transformation, within a Time Unit so brief it was nearly impossible to perceive.

Its form rapidly expanded, twisted, and reassembled.

Gradually, a two-meter-tall figure appeared in the void.

Before him, the previously boiling spacetime currents were forcibly locked in place.

"...Though it is only a portion, I finally got in... What a minor