The Fallen Deity's roar, filled with despair and unwillingness, seemed to still faintly echo through the depths of the ruins.
Yet its incomparably chaotic, filthy aura had vanished completely into that absolute darkness where even light could not escape, as though erased by an eraser.
"Oh, my shameless Dumbledore..."
Ian stood where he was, every muscle in his body taut, cold sweat beading in the palm gripping his wand. It was not as if he had never faced powerful beings before, but the force that had appeared from nowhere, forcibly intervened, and taken away the Fallen Deity was entirely beyond his comprehension in both level and nature.
It was not magic, not divine arts, and did not even resemble any known form of energy. It was more like... the compulsory enforcement of rules themselves.
Cold, absolute, unquestionable.
"What the hell was that..." A storm raged in Ian's heart, and a chill shot up from his spine to the top of his head. He had originally thought his opponent was merely a Fallen Deity corrupted and imprisoned here. Now, however, it seemed that whatever lay hidden beneath this abyss was likely far more terrifying than the deity itself.
At that moment.
Ian truly only wanted to retreat.
To go back.
He did not want to stir up more trouble.
However.
He suddenly turned around and looked toward the path he had come from.
The spatial portal that passed through the shattered barrier and connected to the upper prison area had somehow silently vanished from this space.
Where was there any door behind him? The place that should have been a gap in the barrier had now been replaced by a seamless rock wall covered in ancient weathered marks.
The rock wall blended perfectly with the surrounding ruins. There were no seams