The streak of light had originally been aimed at Iver's head.
But halfway there, it suddenly paused, as though drawn by something.
Some force tugged it off course, veering toward Iver's lower back. It was as if it meant to cut something away.
But even without that moment of hesitation, it still could not have hit Iver.
Because from the moment Iver saw Loki, he had kept his hands behind his back.
Between his fingers, Iver held a card depicting two black dog-headed men.
Just before the crimson radiance transformed into a slash, Iver gently released the card between his fingers.
Time seemed to slow around them.
The card spun downward, unraveled in midair, and shattered into black mist.
In the next instant, a howling black storm surged from Iver's body, spreading in every direction!
At the center of the storm, Iver's entire body instantly turned into shadow and vanished without a trace! When the attack missed, several shadowy hands formed at the heart of the shadow storm Iver had created.
Like catching a baseball flying toward them, seven or eight hands seized that mass of blood-colored light! Bang--
At the same moment, every crystal mirror in the monitoring room cracked at once.
The chain reaction of shattering mirrors spread outward from the central monitoring room where Loki stood. Every mirror in the entire Eleventh Ring exploded! From the cracks between the shattered mirrors, blood slowly seeped out.
Within every fragment of mirror was a scarlet pupil.
Those were the Night Demon's Eyes! In the next instant, the light sources vanished, and darkness descended.
Clear water turned to blood, and the plants began to wither. The air was saturated with the smell of rust, as though countless people had died.
In the pitch-black darkness, only the countless red eyes on