"Stop them."
Facing the surging army of undead, Klein's eyes flickered, and he shouted coldly.
These undead creatures had clearly been drawn by Ince Zangwill. If they were allowed to rush into the city, they would undoubtedly put Luther at a disadvantage. Since they could not help with the battle over there, they could at least ease some of Luther's burden.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He raised his weapon, and the Death Knell revolver immediately unleashed a barrage of spirituality-rich bullets, striking the monsters' vital points with precision.
Seeing this, Leonard and Miss Daly swiftly acted as well. Invisible ripples spread around one of them, dragging every monster within range into a dream, while the other directly activated the powers of the Death pathway, forcibly commanding the undead creatures to become her servants and attack their fellows instead.
Meanwhile, the battle within Calderón continued.
Splash...
Pus flowed like a river. Aboard the little boat, Ince Zangwill had become twisted and hideous. He turned his lifeless eyes toward Luther and raised an arm. An invisible force immediately spread outward, laden with an aura of destruction that would bring irreversible death to any living creature it touched.
Not only that, but deep within Calderón, an invisible behemoth seemed to be awakening.
"Ah!"
Luther cried out in pain and clutched his head. Strange hallucinations flooded his mind. In his daze, his vision seemed to reach back through time, revealing scenes from this mythical city's glorious age. It was a terrifying world filled with death and bones, where all the city's inhabitants lingered between life and death. They gazed reverently toward the deepest part of the city, extolling death in different languages and praising the same name:
"Great Phoenix Ancestor, Gregrace..."
Along with their devout prayers, an indescribable sensation welled up from the deepest part