When the master control was pressed.
At first glance, nothing changed. But on a deeper level, the changes had already begun to spread.
Iyadase, who had been smashed against the wall and unable to move for a long time, could finally move again.
However, it was too late.
Closing its eyes, it sensed the light patterns around it wildly leaping in its spiritual perception. Everything had reached the point of no return.
Iyadase stepped out from the crater in the wall, its eyes filled with helplessness and grief-stricken fury. It knew very well that pressing the master control was an irreversible act. What came next would be a nightmare that spread across all of Lasudelan.
What made it feel most powerless was that, at this moment that would decide whether Lasudelan survived or was destroyed, it could only be a spectator, unable to take part and powerless to turn the tide.
After all, this was a game between Demon Gods. How could it be something it could decide?
Rustle, rustle. Rubble began falling from overhead.
The aftermath of pressing the master control had already begun to show.
Iyadase was now less than twenty meters from Bobota. From afar, it watched that aberration whose race still could not be identified. In its eyes lay uncontainable hidden rage, as well as heart-wrenching hatred.
Bobota in the distance seemed to sense that hatred, nearly solid enough to take form. He turned around and looked at Iyadase from afar.
Their gazes met at that moment.
Bobota's current appearance was ugly and terrifying. His bluish-purple skin, streaked with dark red, looked savage. He raised his vein-bulging brows, his bloodshot eyes opened wide as though provoking Iyadase.
Iyadase merely watched Bobota in silence. Thoughts whirled endlessly through its mind, and countless times it had wanted to