Making a Wedding Dress for Another

"Roar!!!" Bal let out a beast-like howl of agony.

Pink mist, like maggots clinging to bone, frantically burrowed into his body, instantly igniting and magnifying to the extreme the pain of murdering his brother buried deep in his heart, the unease of betrayal, and his endless greed for power.

"Barton! Baru! You deserve to die! All of you deserve to die! Power! Give me power!!" Bal's eyes were blood-red as he completely lost his reason. The curved blade in his hand hacked madly at the invisible walls of the cage, yet to no avail.

The Blood Fiend aura surging across his body, the pink mist, and the Light Source within him that had been provoked into conflict crazily intertwined and exploded, blasting bloody holes across his body. Yet he seemed unable to feel pain. Only endless madness and the desire for destruction burned within him.

His will was like shattered glass, swiftly polluted and assimilated by the pink mist, turning into a violent, chaotic torrent of desire that was devoured by the demonic array...

One powerful expert after another fell into nightmares, with the sole exception of Withered Bone Venerable.

At this moment, however, the cage containing Withered Bone Venerable presented an entirely different scene.

Thick pink mist likewise filled it, crazily crashing against the area around him. Yet the domain formed from pure desolation and the laws of death and extinction was like black ice that had never melted for ten thousand years. The moment the pink mist touched the edge of the domain, it lost all vitality as though frozen. Its color swiftly faded, turning gray-white and decayed before finally becoming wisps of lifeless dust that drifted away.

Withered Bone Venerable sat cross-legged, with the phantom images of three White Bone Divine Generals flickering around him. Deep within