Elsewhere, Shade had no idea that because he had left home in such a hurry, he had not forgotten anything—but had brought something extra.
He was currently lying prone on the ground, holding his breath and enduring the pain in his head as he listened to that shrill, piercing song.
Ahead lay the source of the singing. The plants in the center of the cornfield had all been flattened, forming a circular area. Dozens of short Servants of Secrets clad in black robes surrounded a bonfire built from human bones, singing as they performed frenzied dances in the center of the field.
Though each had only one eye on its face, they could still make sounds. The bonfire was an even deeper black, darker than the darkness around it. Merely looking at it instinctively evoked fear and danger.
It was as though everything in the world could fall into eternal sleep within that black bonfire at the center of the cornfield. The faintly trembling Black Flames seemed to represent the end of all things.
If not for the warmth of divinity within his soul constantly keeping Shade warm, he likely would have immediately fallen asleep and entered eternal slumber. Even after immediately looking away, his soul still seemed to feel the coldness, silence, and emptiness of that brief instant.
"What is this now?"
Shade quietly asked in his heart, but received no answer. He raised his head again and looked through the gaps between the cornstalks toward a spot slightly to the left. On the left side of the circular clearing was a somewhat illusory patch of space.
This was a spatial fracture produced when darkness dissolved space. Once one entered that area, they would be transferred elsewhere within the Darkness Domain.
"Luvia's Divination can't possibly mean for us to