Crackle!
At six world nodes in the Spiritfolk World, the rules of the Fate Lever tore through time and space. Amid the crackling explosions of lightning above a city in the Spiritfolk World, a pair of gigantic, bone-spurred hands viciously pried open an energy gate. A colossal three-eyed creature peered down at the city's ruins and gave an angry snort.
"Even this place has been destroyed! Two Level Four Evil Gods? Since you've come, don't even think about leaving."
After the gloomy, freezing voice spoke, the giant widened the rift with both hands. As arcs of World Garment lightning spread out, screeching gradually rose from within the crack. With a rustling surge, millions upon millions of Screeching Cockroaches of every kind poured forth in a vast tide, flooding into this world.
The Spiritfolk World was mixed with a measure of Wizard's Will, a filling left behind after the Chaos mist had flowed away. Now that Green had arrived, it was as though he had descended into a secret realm, without the slightest discomfort.
Several hourglass measures later.
Having fully descended into the Spiritfolk World, Green put away his true form. Holding a crystal ball in his palm, where rainbow runes flowed, he quickly connected to Salraladin.
"Annihilation Tower Stigmata Wizard, although the wizards remaining in this world have done their utmost to protect those Spiritfolk scientists, some were still lost. It may affect the progress of your plans in the future."
He sounded extremely weak. It was clear that Salraladin was suffering magical backlash from the failure of the sealing spell.
The sealing spell had originally been on the verge of success, only to fail because the two World Lords had descended at the same time. It was truly regrettable. Sealing spells were the strongest means by which lower lifeforms