The Power of the God of the Cross / Love Is a Weapon

But even the Complete Form of the Beast was unable to move within this mysterious domain. Even the Complete Form of the Beast seemed so tiny before that terrifying power.

As everyone mentally collapsed over what had happened and struggled to understand it, the mysterious "gate" finally opened.

A deafening boom struck the souls of everyone present. The gate, covered in mysterious characters, slowly opened. Everyone focused their attention, desperately trying to see what lay beyond it.

Then everyone was stunned to see that beyond the "gate" was still another "gate."

It was as if a gate had been placed inside a room whose every side was covered with mirrors. Like a kaleidoscope, the "gate" was reflected across countless mirrored worlds, densely forming a universe of "gates."

The countless "gates" converged together, creating a dual discomfort that was both physical and spiritual.

Then an aura that made souls tremble, reason collapse, and madness beckon erupted from the "gate." Thick, revolting tentacles coiled around the frame.

The tentacles were covered in sinister, bizarre patterns. A single glance at them was enough to make people dizzy and hallucinate.

Those hallucinations were like poison, robbing people of their ability to think and their control over their bodies. Within their minds, mysterious beings whispered, recounting ancient and arcane knowledge.

The knowledge made people want to listen closely, but every listener became lost within it. In the end, they were corrupted by the evil of the whispers and the knowledge, sinking completely into depraved madness and losing their human forms.

More and more tentacles appeared. They fought to emerge, as though some terrifying thing was struggling to squeeze through the "gate."

"Abby..."

Mashu had lost the ability to move, and even her thoughts had grown sluggish. Only now did that name flash through her mind.