The Demise of a True God?

"Hey! Stop petting the cat."

"Come out and take a look!"

Natsume pulled Kuramitsuha out of the [Wraith Wheel].

He was ready to have her offer some advice.

The moment Kuramitsuha saw the outside world, she snapped awake from her dazed cat-petting state.

Clearly, this was her first time seeing it as well.

"Do you recognize this place?"

"No..."

"Have you seen a similar scene before?"

"No..."

Kuramitsuha had seen scenes far more horrific and gruesome than this.

For instance, when the [Underworld Great Kingdom] was destroyed and the myriad Underworld clans perished, it had been far bloodier than this...

But in terms of oppression and sheer strangeness, it was nowhere near this place.

Everyone knew that the [Ōtsutsuki Progenitor] could be considered the true victor of the past several hundred thousand years.

Even though no one knew why it rarely descended nowadays, it was still alive.

That was an indisputable fact!

Since that being was still alive, how could it have allowed someone to do something like this?

How could it have let someone sever such a massive blood vessel of its?

Did it not know pain?

Did it not know how to heal itself?

Or did it simply enjoy this sort of thing?

"Was this caused by your Underworld Progenitor God?"

"I don't know..."

"Hm?"

"When I was defeated and captured back then, the battle between the Progenitor and the [Ōtsutsuki God] had yet to end. I don't know the specific outcome of the battle afterward either..."

Kuramitsuha admitted frankly.

So much time had passed that she had long since come to terms with her past defeat.

She was no longer afraid to speak of it.

"I see. Then, did your Underworld Progenitor have the ability to create a scene like this?"

Natsume continued asking.

He wanted