Megose's shrill roar seemed to take on substance, crashing into the heads of every Nighthawk around her, leaving them dizzy and bleeding from their noses and mouths.
Not only the Beyonders who had surrounded her, but also the nearby citizens injured in the explosion who still clung to life—their eyeballs bulged under that furious howl, blood vessels burst one after another, and they convulsed before collapsing to the ground, dead.
It was somewhat similar to the roar Angel had faced from the mutated Ray Bieber before, but its intensity was on an entirely different level.
Angel felt her spirituality surging within her. Her vision was dyed red, and warm liquid flowed from her ears and nose.
Fortunately, she had nearly lost control during her advancement before. She immediately steadied her mind, entered meditation, and swiftly adjusted her condition.
Only then did she open her eyes again and look toward her other teammates.
Blood also streamed from the corners of Dunn Smith's eyes and the edges of his ears, and his face had gone pale. Yet his cheeks were puffed out as he clenched his teeth, pressed his right hand against the silver-white Saint Selena's Ashes Box, and flipped open its lid.
Inside the ashes box was a darkness that absorbed all light, scattered with sparkling grains of fine sand, dreamlike as a starry night sky.
Centered on him, the sunlight around them abruptly dimmed, as though dark clouds had covered the sky. The entire park square entered a dim twilight. Countless thin threads extended from the ashes box, cold and slick like strands of spider silk, writhing on their own as they surged toward Megose. In an instant, they formed a translucent cocoon around her.
They looked less like spider silk and more like the tentacles of some high-ranking creature.