"Rumble..."
The ravaged scene on the artificial island in the Old Southeast District had yet to completely settle down.
The aftershocks seemed to linger, causing the earth to continue disintegrating. The atmosphere churned without end, and even the sea, split apart by the blow, surged violently and refused to calm for a long time.
Everything touched by the destructive bands of light continued to collapse. No matter what it was, everything vanished as though it had been erased, as if a portion of the world had been forcibly cut away. It was an utterly terrifying sight.
An apocalyptic aura rose into the air, transforming the entire Old Southeast District into purgatory.
In midair, the girl who had created this scene with a single sword seemed to follow the pull of gravity as she freely fell, landing lightly on the ground.
Right in front of the Progenitor.
Thus, the white veil fluttered before the Progenitor.
Thus, the brown skin gleamed in the Progenitor's eyes.
The girl appeared before the Progenitor just like that, with short white hair that reached her shoulders and ruby-like eyes. She wore revealing foreign ethnic clothing and held a three-colored Light Sword in her hand.
Though the magical power surging from her was clearly much weaker than the Progenitor's, it radiated an incomparably fierce atmosphere.
"Who are you...!?"
The Progenitor involuntarily retreated, shouting angrily as she did so.
Hearing this, the white-impression girl raised her eyes and gazed at the Progenitor.
"I—"
Cold words came from the girl's mouth.
"I—am the embodiment of destruction."
"I—am the invader of civilization."
"I—am the common enemy of all things that exist."
"I—am the calamity that tramples upon everything and destroys everything."
The white girl proclaimed this without hesitation.
"My name is Attila."
The three-colored Light Sword flashed from the girl's