Human Hell

Soon, the tenth, the eleventh...

It was only a moment of astonishment. Once Isaki Ren came back to her senses, only he and herself remained before her.

Endless cold surged from those pitch-black eyes, swallowing everything she was.

She suddenly realized that this mission might truly have been a mistake.

Now, she sat before a gamble she was certain to lose, unable to find any solution.

For one brief instant, she even wanted to defy the constraints of the death pact and flee.

She had never imagined such a development or outcome, nor had she ever faced such a terrifying opponent... None of her attacks had surprised him in the slightest. From beginning to end, he had maintained a chilling calm and contempt.

Step by step, he advanced.

Toward the final enemy.

This might have been the Ship of Greed's final mission.

Isaki Ren closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, she had already cast life and death aside—

In that instant, beneath the blooming peonies on her long robe, a jagged and hideous skeleton emerged.

The blazing radiance of burning Source Matter lit up in her eyes. The Alchemy Matrix implanted in the depths of her soul activated, incinerating the Source Matter of all the dead and living.

Then heaven and earth inverted, as though everything in the world were rapidly shattering, spinning, and reforming. The dense fog around them became a hazy illusion that swallowed all things.

Through the daze, it seemed as though a towering figure crowned in a halo rose from a fissure in the earth, revealing a solemn presence behind Isaki Ren.

At the cost of reaping souls, the ruler of the abyss bestowed its mighty power.

All the corpses on the ground turned to ash, while the pale bone ash gathered in Izaki's