As the pitch-black vortex Above the Supreme Heaven gradually spread and expanded, the sky grew increasingly gloomy.
Heavenly Eye slowly darkened, and though it was clearly noon, it seemed just like night.
Howling storms swept in, rocking the ship moored by the shore. Wave after wave washed backward—not a tide flowing from east to west, but ripples spreading outward in circles from Avalon.
"Captain! Think of something!"
Albert clutched his little round hat, which looked like a chestnut, and shouted at the tall elf beside him, "Is Lord Hellerchein in danger?"
"...I don't know either."
The gray-haired elf called the captain knitted his brows tightly. "This is far too fast..."
"I think it's a trap! We're getting off the ship!"
An old dwarf spoke in a rough, booming voice.
"Regardless, let's deliver the armor and lance to Lord Hellerchein first."
The human girl beside them looked over. "Otherwise, if he's attacked..."
"—I'll go. You guard the ship."
The tall Lizardman warrior spoke in a low voice, interrupting the others.
Everyone else immediately fell silent and looked at him with trust.
"We're counting on you, Origen!"
The others shouted encouragement, as if nothing could go wrong as long as this warrior took action.
At that moment, the brown-red-skinned Lizardman warrior easily hoisted the heavy armor onto his back and picked up the silver-white lance, his brows furrowing tightly.
—He sensed a powerful unease.
That feeling...
"...A demon?"
The Giant Priest in a red robe suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, frowning deeply. "Where did that demon come from?"
"What demon?"
The other female giant beside him, much shorter than he was, looked puzzled. "What are you talking about, Surtur?"
"There's a Night Demon venting her 'jealousy'... It may be a conspiracy of the Fallen Angel."
"—Also, remember to