"I have nothing to discuss with you."
Angel answered as her long, snake-like golden locks writhed, the single eyes atop them pointing at Amon's Avatar. The power of petrification rapidly spread through the void. The ground, only just ravaged by fires caused by the meteors, turned grayish-white in an instant. Even the drifting dust fell heavily to the ground.
At Sequence 3, Unaging, petrification had merely been a form of wide-area attack. Between being touched by its power and dying completely, turning to stone, there had been ample room to evade or counter it. But after advancing to Catastrophe, the enhancement of the corresponding authority had given this power an instant-death effect.
Yet Amon continued to smile. He made no attempt to evade it or transfer this fate elsewhere, as though he had already accepted his impending death.
The only thing he did was pinch his monocle again and convey two statements to the other two people present, as though he had previously stolen those words from their minds and was now merely "returning" them:
"In that case, we accept this failure as well. Your opportunities are limited, after all, while our avatars are endless. Of course, until our true body appears, the conditions I mentioned remain valid. You may choose to travel to the Forsaken Land of the Gods of your own accord and accept your fate, or passively await the apocalypse."
"My only mistake was failing to consider the possibility that you would become a Catastrophe Demoness ahead of time... How interesting. It seems the avatar in that city encountered quite a problem... But now that you are an angel, you should be able to learn more of the truth. The apocalypse is approaching, and everyone has their own task."
These two statements were directed at Klein and