As time passed, an atmosphere of tension that only Flame Haze Warriors and Crimson Realm Denizens could sense began spreading throughout the world.
Perhaps the humans of the Outermost Dwellings who stood alongside the Flame Haze Warriors could sense it as well?
And no matter what kind of person it was, as long as they sensed that atmosphere, they would sincerely feel the same thing.
War was about to begin.
After all, the scent of gunpowder had already become so distinct.
Yet in stark contrast to that atmosphere and scent, the various attacks against Outermost Dwellings that had been occurring around the world since half a year ago had instead disappeared.
Even reports of Crimson Realm Denizens causing trouble across the world had gradually begun to decrease.
In their place came other unsettling news.
"According to information sent by Outermost Dwellings around the world, all intelligence points to one common fact: the Crimson Realm Denizens are relocating."
Inside the headquarters of Tokyo's Outermost Dwelling, in the combat conference room, Frieda reported this news to those present in her capacity as commander.
"No matter how remote a corner they had been hiding in, those Denizens who had previously only acted independently while committing misdeeds had tacitly left their own territories and gradually moved elsewhere. Most of them have been confirmed to be members of Bal Masqué."
Listening to Frieda's report, everyone immediately realized the urgency of the situation.
"Members of Bal Masqué from all over the world gathering together...?" Shana voiced what everyone was thinking in a low tone. "Then this really means the Creation God has begun returning, doesn't it?"
"Otherwise, why would Bal Masqué's Denizens, who had been scattered across the world until now, suddenly gather together?" Rebecca sat there in an ungraceful posture, spreading one hand as she