The Dark Moon had appeared in the divine realm of the King of Prison Break?
He didn't mind making such an invitation, but for it to appear just like that, right now, out of nowhere... several dimensions had been skipped.
"Mm..."
Even the Witch seemed surprised.
It had been faint—almost impossible to notice outside Mythical Form—but in that moment, Fu Qian had sensed a familiar thought.
Nirgalia, the Dark Moon Pope, was far away in the World Within the Painting. She seemed to have noticed the sudden disturbance too, and her emotions confirmed that she hadn't caused this change.
Things were getting stranger by the minute... But looking on the bright side, she'd reacted so keenly. Her Holiness seemed to be recovering well.
He raised his cup to invite the moon, and his shadow made three.
Facing the moon, Fu Qian lifted the paper cup in his hand.
The Dark Moon, however, gave off nothing but a chill. It brought not a trace of extra light—not even a shadow.
And the moment Fu Qian raised his cup, his faint connection to the Witch was severed, because the moon vanished again, just as swiftly as it had appeared.
Not only that, but all light vanished with it—even every concept associated with light.
What remained was a true Night of No Light, transcending even darkness itself.
What a familiar sight. He'd triggered it himself once before, in the Night Holy Capital.
Time Moon Deep Sleep really was the Dark Moon's authority—but it wasn't the Witch.
He could still feel the joy and fear beneath his feet. Yet despite this terrifying change, the Tyrant's subjects remained unwavering.
Shhk—
But the instant he set down his cup, the King of Prison Break's body was pierced clean through from behind.
As expected, this wasn't