The black village erupted in raging flames. Yet the fire that burned all things failed to destroy the houses here, because under the Abyss's corrosion, those houses had already become part of the Abyssal Soil.
"The Abyss is where the World Tree's roots lie. The World Tree takes root in time and space, so the Abyss has never manifested solely as ordinary soil."
"The Abyss's soil can be anything, but its essence is evil that will never change."
Watching the village rise to its feet amid the flames, Borgeld's eyes gleamed with fierce battle lust.
"Crush it for me!"
Borgeld, a legion commander with an absolute instinct for war, had already scented the source of that great existence within the monster.
This monster was Its eye, Its tentacle, Its medium for touching the living world of Norris Continent.
At the center of the village stood a pitch-black altar, upon which hundreds and thousands of crimson hearts were offered. It devoured the life essence within them and revealed an intoxicated expression.
It was an enormous... smile.
Black currents gathered above the village, forming a smiling face. Borgeld found it utterly unpleasant. This kind of purely spiritual construct was exactly what those Mages ought to deal with.
"To hell with Its mother."
Borgeld bellowed irritably, drew her shortsword, leaped from atop an Armored Bear's back, and slammed straight into the twisted black currents.
Roar!!!
The Armored Bear Volibear roared in fury. Its body expanded, and more importantly...
Lightning coiled around it, guarding this Monarch who commanded thunder and lightning.
Do not forget their name.
Rampaging Warbears.
Their honest, adorable expressions were absolutely not the true nature of Armored Bears. Cruelty in war was the great symbol of the Frost Lord.
Rumble!!!
The brilliance of lightning made everything around them seem dimmer. Every