The false night sky that had been splashing down a rain of blood was ignited by firelight in an instant.
But the sky did not return to the brightness of midday. Instead, it became glaringly bright, like a battlefield at the end of the world.
The Night Demon stood alone high in the sky, looking down at the earth. Yet beneath the blazing heavens, her spread shadowy wings appeared dim.
Those enormous meteors, wrapped in liquid flames, spun as they fell toward the ground.
Even the smallest had a diameter of three or four meters, while the larger ones were twenty or thirty meters across. Falling from high above, they naturally had no chance of hitting the Night Demon, who drifted as lightly and gracefully as a moth.
When those meteors struck the ground, the earth let out a rumbling tremor—
Boom boom boom boom boom! The earth shook violently and roared without pause. The surrounding trees were destroyed, crushed, and torn apart by the meteors.
After landing, the meteors shattered, while the surrounding earth burned quietly and persistently, like fuel pooled on the ground.
When Utgarda-Loki had been fighting Oligan, the uncontrolled wildfire on his body had already ignited the grassland. Now, the flames had rapidly spread from the small plain where they had fought into the surrounding forest.
After Utgarda-Loki finished transforming the terrain, the flames on his body resonated with the fire brought by the surrounding meteor fire rain.
Those leaping golden-red flames gradually turned into the same deep red as the flames burning on his body, a color like red wine—or blood. As Utgarda-Loki moved through them, his speed and strength received a clear boost.
Suddenly, Utgarda-Loki launched a strike as swift as lightning.
His charging body whipped up a savage storm, causing the surrounding trees