An endless sense of oppression spread through the air.
The crooked Crimson Moon hung over the city. Its light was scarlet and cold, carrying a cruel undertone.
Beneath the Crimson Moon stood the Flesh Monster, as huge as a mountain and taller than the city. Standing atop that mass of flesh was the "god," coldly gazing down at the city below, which had been crushed into a mountain of rubble by immense force.
A massive distorted force field filled the air, making its figure blurry to anyone who looked over.
In this ever-changing world, it possessed a strange sense of stillness.
It seemed confused as well. Beneath a "mountain" like this, every living thing should have already died. It had not sensed any movement below for a long time. Yet within its perception, it detected a sense of oppression—as if some emotion beneath the mountain had been steadily growing. It made the air heavy, just like the Crimson Moon overhead, causing it to instinctively sense danger.
"Captain... Why hasn't the captain appeared for so long?"
Farther away, Gecko waited in eager anticipation, but as time passed, panic began to rise in his heart.
Even when facing that S-class Esper from the Sea Nation, the captain had never taken this long.
He had dealt with that Esper before the pollution he caused could truly spread.
But now, the Flesh Monster had already begun spreading.
If this had been a densely populated city, two-thirds of it would already have been completely contaminated.
And yet, that "god" was still there.
Was the captain really in that good a mood?
Boom!
At that moment, a muffled impact suddenly came from beneath that mountain of building rubble.
The impact was so violent that it seemed like an earthquake.
The Esper users of the Joint