Beneath the twisted purplish-red sky, the earth had become hills of pulsating flesh.
Amid this silent, despairing funeral rite, an enormous raven, black from head to toe, quietly strode out from the shadow of a massive fallen obelisk in the distance.
Its feathers gleamed with a metallic sheen beneath the sickly light of the evil god. Eyes like the deepest night watched Karina and the others commit suicide with icy indifference.
They also watched that "Ian Crystal."
This clone carried his memories, his magic, and his unyielding will. It was enough to perfectly play the role of "Ian"—to fight, to exhaust the enemy, to probe the evil god's limits, even to "sacrifice" itself. Of course, Ian was more focused on the ultimate evil god floating in the heavens, radiating the oppressive aura of "perfection."
The evil god's perfect form, composed of countless tentacles and fleshy tumors, hovered between heaven and earth.
It had become "perfect." It was "god."
It radiated an oppressive force that promised the end of all things.
Yet even this evil god that had already "perfected" itself failed to notice the raven in the shadows. After shedding its embryonic form and the shell of truth, goodness, and beauty, it had also lost certain things. Among them was the ability to sense the aura of Destiny, which naturally prevented it from detecting the raven's existence.
Likewise, it could not realize that the one who had been fighting it all along was merely a clone Ian had created through Transfiguration. How should one put it? This was perfectly normal, even setting aside the evil god's own belief that it held Destiny and would become the new Destiny.
Just in terms of pure perception alone, the evil god had discovered Ian once before. How could it possibly discover him a