Gold Mountain City, Mirror World.
A crater stretching over a dozen kilometers lay like a festering sore on the earth's surface. Around its edges were shattered streets and collapsed buildings, and this sense of devastation extended all the way to the outskirts.
A third of this prefecture-level city had been reduced to ruins. That was only because, among the several demigods, Fire Master was the only one known for sheer destructive power. The Illusionist, Night Wanderer, and Water Ghost specialized in sinister and treacherous abilities.
Human cities of steel and concrete were far too fragile before these supernatural beings.
Without the restraints of Moral Value, if they fought without holding back, they could even destroy an entire country. Wherever the battlefield was, there would be ruins.
Black clouds blanketed the skies above Gold Mountain City. Gale-force winds howled, and torrential rain poured down, washing over the city that had become a wasteland.
Against the backdrop of wind and rain, illusions arose again in the south of Gold Mountain City—at times revealing lofty mountains and flowing water, at times endless grasslands, at times snow-capped mountains and frozen rivers, and at times a vast ocean.
Yet amid the occasional dragon roars that rang through the clouds, these illusions instantly shattered, reverting to the city's original appearance.
Rain Master's dragon roar dispelled all evil and delusion, specifically countering illusions.
To the east, scorching heat evaporated the rain and baked the earth, carving out an arid zone within the world of lashing rain.
On the western side opposite it, a full moon hung high overhead. Ink-black storm clouds churned, and waves of piercing ghostly wails came from within them.
High in the northern sky, a breathtaking woman stood beneath the roiling black clouds. She wore a white opera costume embroidered with golden cloud patterns,