What Your Lord Cannot Hear

Meanwhile, in Cherwood Borough, at Mr. X's hideout.

The battlefield had been divided into two parts: inside the house and outside it.

Inside, Leonard and Miss Daly were entangled in battle with Mr. X, Lewis Wien. Outside, Saint Tenebrous and the Aurora Order members he led were fighting the Red Gloves.

Boom!

The armored giant, over two meters tall, savagely swung his black greatsword. The storm generated by its blade tore apart everything in its path. Behind that pitch-black visor, Saint Tenebrous's eyes gleamed with terrifying Red Light.

"Ignorant lackeys!"

Kisma roared furiously. "You have interfered with the Lord's will. You all deserve punishment!"

Beneath him, a dense black shadow rapidly spread across the road, swallowing one residence after another. That shadow contained dreadful Degeneration. Every creature within its cover would instantly turn into twisted, insane Monsters and attack the Red Gloves indiscriminately.

Cherwood Borough was densely populated. Saint Tenebrous Kisma knew very well that once he used this move, a great number of living people would degenerate into Monsters, immediately reversing the Red Gloves' numerical advantage!

As for the ordinary residents caught up in it, they ought to feel honored to bathe in the Lord's glory.

Beneath his helmet, Kisma revealed a cold sneer. Then, he prepared to activate his ability and turn the people into Monsters.

Yet at that very instant, the entire world underwent a drastic change.

Pale.

Lifeless.

It was as though a special filter had suddenly been applied. The entire world lost its color, becoming hollow and superficial.

Among the surrounding buildings, all the residents still retained human forms and reacted like normal people, yet they gave off neither the corresponding aura colors nor emotional colors... In other words, they were merely hollow shells with an appearance!

They were merely false illusions.

In this world,