"Afterimages lingering in the past?"
Murmuring softly, Cyril took out Pure White Vision.
Pure, clear rays of light burst from the eyeball-shaped glass sphere, illuminating everything around him without leaving a trace of darkness or a single shadow, allowing nothing to hide.
Under the light of the Unshadowed Domain, the figures standing two to three meters tall instantly turned transparent. Their expressions grew hideously distorted, pale yellow pus seeped from their bodies, and tufts of coarse, short black hair sprouted from their skin.
Pairs of scarlet eyes turned toward Cyril, filled with profound malice.
A warning suddenly came from his spiritual intuition, and Cyril immediately flashed away.
Bang!
Where he had stood, the stone paving cracked into a spiderweb pattern and sank into a circular depression.
A grayish-blue giant five or six meters tall stood there, holding a straight sword almost as large as a door.
The next second, dawnlike silver light appeared on the blade embedded in the ground, then instantly shattered into countless fragments of light.
Densely packed and innumerable, they formed a flickering, raging hurricane of razor-sharp light that swept forward.
At the same time, dawnlike light erupted from the surrounding tall, translucent figures resembling evil spirits, merging into the all-devouring Storm of Light. The flickering, raging, razor-sharp hurricane continued to expand, as though it would engulf the entire city.
Cyril flashed rapidly from place to place, avoiding the unstoppable shards of light until he reached the edge of the city.
Beyond the city lay impenetrable darkness, deep and endless.
Within the city, the dawnlike light already shrouded more than half its area and continued to expand, as though daybreak were rising from the ground.
"This is on a completely different scale from Afternoon Town."
After muttering that complaint, Cyril took out the Holy Emblem of Life