Boom!
A violent sound rang out, like a massive explosion of high-yield explosives. The tremendous shock made the entire underground hall tremble.
Outside the hall, Klein staggered as he steadied himself, then glanced back.
He saw that the layer of light formed by the power spilling from the altar where Mr. A had summoned the True Creator had vanished. A long, narrow crack had appeared in the center of the altar, which was built from gray-white boulders.
The river, made up of countless transparent, illusory Spirit Bodies mixed with all kinds of repressed emotions and resentful thoughts, had lost its restraints and fallen into chaos.
Some continued surging toward the altar, some tried to flee, and others rushed toward Mr. A and Queen Mystic inside the hall.
The countless resentful thoughts and Spirit Bodies tearing at him left Mr. A briefly frozen. The flesh on his body kept bursting open, like one crimson flower after another blooming.
On the other side, Queen Mystic reached out and conjured a dark, ancient horn, one that carried an overwhelming sense of weight and power.
The Horn of Destruction!
She raised the horn to her lips and blew with all her might.
Woooo—
At that instant, Klein felt himself go deaf, while his Spirituality screamed a warning.
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and fled the area as fast as he could.
Behind him, the heavy, low sound echoed again and again. As layer upon layer of sound waves piled up, illusory cracking noises rang out around them. Web-like cracks, some deep and some shallow, spread from the void.
Within the sound waves' reach, everything physical—even space itself—was collapsing.
On the altar, now covered in countless Web-like cracks, the illusory figure hanging upside down on a cross—seemingly formed from a thin shadow—began to totter.