[0780] Comparing Sizes

The destructive power of a ground surge was astonishing.

As unrestrained Void energy gushed out from the Void Rift and burst through the ground, streaks of pale-purple light—almost solid—shot from cracks in the earth like lava erupting from a volcano, surging toward the sky.

In that moment, time and space seemed to grow "viscous."

As the pale-purple light burst forth, many among the allied forces who should have turned and fled—those whose resolve was not strong enough—stopped in their tracks, almost dazed, staring blankly at the pale-purple curtain of light dancing across the sky like an aurora.

It was so elusive, so mesmerizing, that it completely captivated them. They dropped their weapons and spread their arms wide.

Their eyes gradually grew hazy.

An indistinct whisper appeared in their minds. In a daze, they seemed to glimpse a future in which they became some kind of great being and achieved an unimaginable immortality.

This "future" seemed so clear that nearly all of them believed in it at once. They even spread their arms of their own accord, embracing this "glorious future."

Many of their companions tried to stop them from throwing their lives away. But when the clear-minded ones grabbed the arms of their former comrades to help them escape, they were repaid with cruel betrayal.

The moment they touched their companions' arms, those who had been completely captivated by the Void seemed to spot prey. They clung to them like snakes, refusing to let go, intent on dragging them along into the Void.

Only then did those whose minds had not yet been infected realize that their companions were no longer in their right minds. Their mouths hung open, saliva dripping as they spoke the same delirious whispers as the Void in voices that sounded nothing like those of the