It had not seen such a cataclysmic sight in this Empire for a very long time.
It seemed that before long, this Empire would become even livelier.
The Person on the Wall made the first move. This time, it no longer held anything back.
Gray Mist poured down from the skull atop the tower, several times denser than before, spreading outward from the Tower of Erudition in every direction.
As the mist spread, a faint vision of the Wasteland emerged within it. Withered yellow earth stretched to the horizon, so empty that no end could be seen.
The instant the monstrous wave of Flesh crashed into the Wasteland phantom, it vanished into thin air. The dark red Flesh seemed to have been sent elsewhere.
The Guardian struck immediately afterward, and his body underwent a tremendous change.
His lower body was completely replaced by pitch-black threads. Aside from his wrinkled face, Pitch-Black Eyeballs continuously emerged all over him, large and small, packed tightly together and covering his chest and arms.
Then, a gigantic Pitch-Black Eyeball appeared above the Tower of Erudition. It was several times larger than those at the four corners, entirely black, its eyelid shut tight as it hovered directly over the tower.
The next moment, as the eyelid abruptly opened, a pitch-black gaze shot down from the sky and fell upon the surging Flesh.
Wherever the gaze swept, the Flesh immediately burst apart, and vast numbers of Pitch-Black Eyeballs grew wildly from within it.
Black rays continued to sweep across the torrent of Flesh. Each time one descended, vast amounts of Flesh were assimilated and torn apart from within by the Pitch-Black Eyeballs.
The towering wave of Flesh collided with the gaze descending from the heavens. Gray Mist and the Wasteland phantom intertwined in the background as black