Shelter Island.
A black thread shot into the distance through the night.
The orange cat appeared on the roof outside the Secret Chamber, gazing in the direction the thread stretched.
Reneedol had grown stronger than ever.
But the Lord of Infinite Source Power was stronger still, powerful enough to control everything.
How could they possibly deal with a situation like this?
The orange cat gazed at the Fate Thread, feeling somewhat lost.
But it quickly collected itself and began darting across the rooftops of the various buildings.
At one point, the orange cat suddenly stopped.
Far below, in the Dark River, the current began to grow chaotic.
The orange cat looked downstream.
A tremendous rumble was rapidly approaching.
It came from far downstream and was spreading toward Shelter Island.
—The Lord of Infinite Source Power.
Some of its tentacles had been severed, allowing Reneedol to escape. By now, it must have been driven into a frenzy.
The orange cat's eyes flickered. It looked toward the island again.
...Strange.
Whether giants, elves, or even fairies, everyone seemed completely unaffected by the rumbling.
Were their senses being blocked? Or was something else going on?
The orange cat felt that something was wrong. It simply hid in the shadow of a rooftop and waited in silence.
Before long, a mass of black light drifted in from downstream and hovered over the island.
The black light lasted only an instant before bursting apart, turning into countless slender tentacles that plunged into the heads of every living being.
The creatures had no idea it had happened.
Their expressions faltered for a moment. Then they quickly put aside what they were doing, formed into groups, and began searching the entire island.
"Have you found her?"
"Is she over there?"
"Could she be hiding in the Secret