Jeston District.
The Child of Dawnbreak, clad in a crimson robe, stood smiling amid the torrent of flames unleashed by a native demigod.
Neither the blazing fire nor its searing heat could damage so much as a corner of His robe.
In His hand, He idly toyed with a crimson thread as though it had been condensed from blood.
The slender red thread could cut through anything. Carrying an edge of ultimate sharpness, it could effortlessly create any kind of "wound"!
Whether reinforced concrete buildings, bullets and shells, or even steel, ice, flames... wherever the red thread passed, all could only be sliced apart with clean, smooth cuts exposed.
"Boring!"
Gazing at the native demigod opposite Him, whose eyes were filled with despair, the Child of Dawnbreak slowly uttered a single word as countless blood-red threads shot from His hand.
Pfft! Pfft!
They pierced through buildings and supernatural abilities, through the chests of one cultist after another on the ground, and through the torso of that powerful native demigod...
They even... pierced through many clerics on the Church's side, as well as a Your Majesty who had come to offer support!
A scarlet gleam flashed through the Child of Dawnbreak's eyes. "Let the blood... flow to its heart's content!"
Countless drops of blood streamed from the wounds, rising from the ground into the sky like raindrops falling in reverse, forming a scarlet canopy!
Beneath that canopy, all creatures of flesh and blood were melting away...
"My lord Son of God... we're allies! Allies!"
A cleric screamed in despair, his body below the waist already having turned completely into sludge.
"It's useless... He's a monster! A mad monster!"
Another military Your Majesty let out a bitter laugh as his heart and brain were instantly pierced through by red threads.
The Child