When the demonic dragon entered the Thorn Kingdom.
Elsewhere.
At the border between the Contention Zone and the Strange Zone.
The Soul Screamer was stopped head-on by the Black Dog.
Its long, piercing shriek gradually faded.
Amidst the Wind and Smoke, every living thing that appeared in the surrounding space had its soul sucked away. The wind of the Void Turbulence swept their corpses into the distance.
The Black Dog stood unharmed, Death Scepter in hand.
"Impossible!"
The Soul Screamer stared at the scepter in the Black Dog's grasp, disbelief appearing on its face for the first time.
"That era ended long ago. The so-called gods disappeared ages ago, and you're nothing but a speck of dust left behind in the void by time. Why do you still possess the Power of Death?"
The words sounded like both an outburst and a question.
The Black Dog stood its ground, a mysterious smile on its face.
"Poor Abyss Monster, you know nothing of the past, and your understanding of power is far too shallow."
The Black Dog spoke loudly, all the while secretly focusing its will on the Death Scepter.
It inspected the scepter without letting anything show, and its heart sank little by little.
—There wasn't much Power of Death left in the scepter, and the battle had only just begun.
The Eternal Abyss Monster—the Soul Screamer—was a powerful enemy.
It possessed the power of the Abyss and was also an Envoy of Chaos, able to command both the Abyss and Chaos.
To withstand its shriek, the Black Dog had no choice but to use the Power of Death stored in the scepter for countless years.
Yes, ever since the gods vanished, obtaining the Power of Death in the ages that followed had become extremely difficult.
The Power of Death