The entire world had changed. This was not some figure of speech—it had truly become different.
As a puppet of the Alien Species Pathway, Zatwin possessed the ability to command the inanimate objects around him. As long as his spirituality touched them, whether dirt, scraps of paper, gravel, or strips of cloth, they would become his weapons.
But at this moment, he discovered that the world in his eyes had changed.
Objects that had once been like loyal servants, moving according to his will with a mere thought, now seemed like snarling mobs. Not only did they refuse to obey his commands, they even tore at his spirituality and pushed back against his sanity. The sensation that all things in heaven and earth had been tainted by corruption was undoubtedly more terrifying than that Angel Phantom, which did not even possess the aura of a demigod.
For members of the Rose School's Indulgence Faction, sanity itself was already a troublesome variable. Under the shroud of the Scarlet Lunar Corona, Zatwin could only feel his sanity evaporating.
Fortunately, as a demigod, he had quite a few anchors. Relying on those faint yet relatively stable strands of consciousness pulling at him, he barely maintained his state. Then, without hesitation, he raised his black-gloved left hand and let out a resentful spirit's shriek that seemed capable of shattering eardrums.
But for Sno, who listened to the True Creator's rare song collection every day, this sort of noise was nothing to fear. Thus, he clearly caught sight of the silver-white currents gathering in Zatwin's palm.
In the blink of an eye, they condensed into a silver arrow and shot toward Sno, who was less than five meters away.
"An offensive build?" Sno's expression became even more disdainful. No wonder even that habitual thief Ammon