...It was difficult to put that scene into words.
The earth was riddled with gaping wounds, pale waves of flesh piled atop one another. Amid the devastation strewn across the ground, vast swathes of gray mist suddenly appeared over the battlefield.
The moment they saw that gray mist, even beings like them—Myths—could not help but feel an inexplicable sense of dread rise in their hearts.
Before Jing Yi and the others could ponder where the gray mist had come from, the neighing of horses, the clatter of hooves, and the sound of pages rustling came from within it. Under the White-Robed Monk's slightly horrified gaze, four knights rode out of the mist together.
[White Horse Knight—Pestilence, Red Horse Knight—War.]
[Black Horse Knight—Famine, Green Horse Knight—Death.]
—These were the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
"...Knights?"
Unlike the White-Robed Monk beside her, who had clearly recognized those knights, Jing Yi wore a puzzled expression.
"More reinforcements? Or some of those things collected in [Collector]'s painting scroll... What, you know these things?"
Noticing the Monk's unusual reaction, Jing Yi turned to look at him and frowned.
In her impression, this being from the Pure World had always maintained a calm demeanor. Though he appeared kind and gentle on the surface, he was in truth like a lofty Buddha gazing down upon all things in the world.
...Yet now, for the first time, she saw a different emotion on his face.
Even the suddenly appearing [Collector] had not caused such a great emotional reaction from him.
"...This is [Judgment Day]."
After a brief silence, the White-Robed Monk spoke hoarsely.
"Something like this should have completely disappeared long ago... That's right, it should never have existed in this world!!"
As he reached the end of his sentence, the Monk glanced at those beside him. As