In the desert, a sandstorm swept on without end, making even the sandy ground tremble as though it were under artillery fire.
At the center of the sandstorm, countless crimson particles replaced the desert sand, moving without wind. Like a murky mudslide, they crushed the enormous crater before turning and circling through the sky, gradually forming a sphere that spun and churned like a vortex.
A closer look revealed that every crimson particle was cube-shaped. Like a storm composed of countless cubes, they slowly hovered in midair under the control of an invisible force.
Just now, this storm of seemingly weightless crimson cubes had blasted the enormous crater inward.
"Clang—!"
As radiant light bloomed once more, Jeanne protected everyone again with her Treasure Tool beneath the flag fluttering in the wind.
This time, however, Jeanne had only protected the Outermost Dwelling staff.
As for Shana, Wilhelmina, Pheles, and the others, they had already scattered, their bodies turning into streaks of light as they shot into the sky and evaded the mudslide-like crimson storm.
Yet no one felt relieved because of that.
The succession of sudden developments had already robbed everyone of any chance to stay calm.
"What is going on!?"
Shana could only beat the Fire Wings on her back as she flew upward, glaring at the crimson storm and crying out in irritation.
Alastor, on the other hand, spoke in a grave voice.
"Magnesia..."
—"Magnesia."
It was an Inherent Skill that attacked and defended with a storm of crimson cubes, known as an impenetrable iron wall.
Whether in the Crimson World or reality, there was only one person capable of using this Inherent Skill.
That person was a Demon Lord serving Bal Masqué. Not only was he the adjutant of Belphegor, The Arbiter of Inverse Logic, but he was