Countless living beings looked up at the sky. Perhaps they had no way of knowing what had happened. Their hearing, touch, and sight were far too frail to perceive the tremors from higher dimensions.
But when life was threatened, instinct made them tremble in fear.
Some fears were passed down through generations, etched deep into the genes. That helplessness of weakness, that indescribable fear from nowhere, could be laid bare even before the descendants of Hunters, even if those descendants were so weak you could crush them beneath one foot. The instinctive fear that things like bugs and wild beasts inspired in living creatures was sometimes utterly unreasonable, even when you clearly outweighed them by tons.
"They're here."
Lu PingAn did not look up again. Unlike the others, he might truly make eye contact with that monster. His previously destroyed flesh-and-blood body was proof enough that this was absolutely not a good thing.
"They're here."
The same words came from high-ranking Fishmen Lords and humanity's top combatants. They vaguely sensed that another tentacle had reached into this world and seemed to be stirring something.
"Buzz!"
The world seemed to have been struck by a massive hammer. The destructive white light they had seen before had actually been the Watchers' self-protection against receiving too much information, much like sunlight contained too many "colors" that the naked eye could not capture.
But after this period of time, most of the observers had grown accustomed to such majesty with their physical bodies.
At this moment, they also saw the full process. That white light had merely been the final instant, the result of being unable to resist.
"Buzz!"
In that instant, time and space seemed to shatter.
The tentacle reaching into the world exploded directly, turning into a twisted, bizarre Space Rift. Eyes,