"Ah—!"
A scream filled with fear and unwillingness rang throughout the world, reaching the ears of every Warlock and startling both the researchers still in Ideal Land and the Ten Pillars of the Moses Ascetic Order scattered across the world.
Not only that, the information continued spreading through the Spirit World. Saints and angels with some command over it, as well as creatures hiding within it, all sensed something and looked thoughtfully toward the direction corresponding to the North Sea.
Among them was the Mystic Seer Zarathus, whose true body was hidden deep in the Historical Void while he acted through his Historical Projection. He already possessed authority over the Spirit World. Not only could he draw power from the Historical Void derived from it, but his spiritual intuition also far surpassed that of Beyonders of the same Sequence.
Thus, without deliberately performing divination, he immediately understood that the scream had come from the Hidden Sage and meant that this King of Angel had fallen.
That meant an important battle had reached its conclusion. It was time to end things here as well.
With that thought, Zarathus kept himself concealed in the Historical Void and shifted his consciousness to his avatar in Yarnam City.
He surveyed his surroundings. The once warm, peaceful town was now a wreck, with thick smoke rising everywhere and open flames burning throughout. The buildings around the Administrative Plaza had collapsed. Even the entirely black church, with its towering bell tower and the Fool's emblem composed of a Pupil-less Eye and distorted lines, had been destroyed in an explosion.
Amid the ruins, countless residents of different ages, genders, and clothing were attacking one another. They had roughly divided into two camps. One side bombarded the other with Air Cannonballs whose trajectories could not be seen, occasionally