The blazing sun scorched the land of Evil God Paradise, and it looked as though it had been doing so for quite some time.
Plants long accustomed to the crescent moonlight of Evil God Paradise withered and died one after another, stretching beyond sight and radiating all the way to the continent's farthest edges. It was, in every sense, a true Cataclysm of rules.
Countless creatures migrated in droves, fleeing toward the remote regions at the continent's edges. Even the cunning, dark Pigwolves were no exception.
How was this any different from the elves of the Other Shore Flower World?
This was the spread of Purgatory World's flame rules. Whenever a powerful world connected with a weaker one, some rules would inevitably spill over, much like the relationship between Evil God Paradise and the Other Shore Flower World.
The dark-red sky radiated the purest scorching heat. Within it, Green actually sensed a violent will of flame—a savage, overbearing tyranny that seemed determined to force itself upon every enemy before it. Even the multicolored rune seal of Green's Robe of Appearances began to grow unstable, and a nameless fire blazed deep within his heart.
"Ah..."
Some weaker Pigwolves screamed as they transformed into fireballs amid the world's gift and fell from the sky. Yet before they had even descended halfway, they turned to ash and scattered with the wind, burning away every trace they had ever left in this world.
This...
This already carried a trace of the majesty belonging only to a ruler. Beneath the Face of Truth, Green's three-colored light eyes gazed upward in shock, while monstrous waves surged through his heart. Was this the power of the Purgatory Giant King that had made the Black Isotta Stigmata Wizard die with bitter regret!?
At this moment, even the strongest