Watching this group cry until they could barely catch their breath.
Even the enforcement team members were shaken by the heartfelt wails pouring out of them.
It was too miserable.
Anyone who had not heard those cries with their own ears could never imagine the impact.
Those howls, as though they wanted to scream their throats raw.
They carried the suffocating grief of having lost every friend and relative, of struggling alone on the line between life and death.
Living in constant terror, with every second feeling like a year.
These people...
They were pouring out, through their cries, all the oppression of having their families destroyed and then being imprisoned in the Dungeon for so long.
Everyone who heard them could not help but be swept along by their emotions, grieving and aching with them.
And the enforcement team understood them even better.
No one knew more clearly than they did just how twisted, horrifying, and terrifying anomalies were.
"They've suffered enough."
"But at last, the bitterness has passed."
The enforcement team members looked up at the sky.
In outer space, Mother of Birth's phantom still remained.
Her servants still walked through the various worlds.
One forbidden zone after another vanished.
The anomalies were either contained, devoured, or suppressed.
Many people had become Anomaly Tamers.
And as the number of Anomaly Tamers rose, they and the anomalies were finally no longer prey and hunters.
They could hunt each other, devour each other, and slaughter each other.
Even though Anomaly Tamers would one day inevitably descend into madness, for their families, for those around them, for their country...
There would always be a group willing to walk this path without hesitation.
The road ahead of Anomaly Tamers was shrouded in darkness.
Yet these Anomaly Tamers walking through the darkness burned