The scene of the eyeball-like moon shedding tears of blood was reflected in the eyes of the Isaiah Society as well.
Herpo's face lit up with delight. He raised his wand toward the front, and black smoke gushed from its tip, swiftly gathering into the shape of the Paris Region.
The Paris Region had already been sealed off. He had no reservations now; without relying on Calchas's magic, he could freely cast spells to examine the area.
Above the Paris Region formed from black smoke floated an almost solid black speck—the meteorite formed from the bloody tears.
The meteorite was now plummeting toward the Paris Region at a visibly rapid speed.
Herpo's grin stretched wider and wider at the sight, and he burst into hysterical, maniacal laughter. "Hahahaha! It's over!"
"It's finally over! Those damned guardians are finally finished! Death, plague, war, famine... nothing will stand in the way of their spread anymore! Hahahahahaha!"
Ecstasy filled his face. His laughter infected the other Isaiah Society members, and their voices merged into one as the vast stone hall filled with an air of merriment.
Herpo's smile abruptly froze. To his horror, he saw that the Paris Region formed from black smoke was covered by a magical energy field.
A powerful unease surged within him. And it was not just him—the other Isaiah Society members felt it too.
Gregory in particular had gone pale. Shaking his head again and again, he stammered, "N-No... no way... He wouldn't use that... that to withstand my lord, would he?"
"Cruciatus Curse!" Herpo abruptly pointed his wand. Green light lunged at Gregory like a venomous snake, instantly engulfing his entire body.
The Cruciatus Curse had come too suddenly and too fiercely. Gregory had no time to react, not even managing a scream.
His body was flung