The blinding light lasted less than a second before everything returned to calm.
In the darkness, a pitch-black creature with a body like a tumor covered in fangs and tentacles, its mouth clamped around half a human body, gave a slight shudder. Like a startled fat cat, it bounced after being frightened—but it was too fat to get off the ground.
The howling wind suddenly grew fierce, and a tall figure in a dark blue robe came riding on the gale.
Apparently sensing danger, the "tumor" covered in fangs and tentacles dragged the half-eaten corpse backward and rolled over once, quickly merging into the shadows.
Rumble!
A silver-white bolt of lightning, as thick as a bucket, suddenly struck down.
Its brilliant light scattered the darkness around it, exposing the "tumor," which had already hidden half its body in the shadows,
and interrupting its escape.
At the same time, the bucket-thick bolt struck the "tumor," blasting nearly a third of its body into black mist that scattered into the wind.
"Roar~~"
Amid its pained howl, the "tumor" rapidly crumbled, becoming a pool of flowing black shadow. Ignoring the fine electric snakes crackling around it, it sank into the ground.
In the blink of an eye, all that remained on the ground was the half-eaten corpse, charred black by the lightning.
Amid the rush of wind, the figure in midair landed. He wore a Storm Priest Robe adorned with symbols of waves, lightning, storms, and more. Ignoring the fine electric snakes darting around him, he strode toward the charred half-corpse.
A few breaths later, an irritated snort came from the wind:
"Hmph, a shadow creature... Who was fighting those madmen from the Aurora Order?"
At the same time, in Cyril's room on the other side of the street, a crystal ball gleaming