The Closing Rift

"Ran... ran away!?"

The Formless Ancient Demon Devil Ancestor's Finger opened one eye. Its eyeball was somewhat sluggish, wobbling constantly; clearly, it found reality hard to accept for the moment.

Gilgamesh cried out as well, disbelief written all over her face.

It was quite a while before the Formless Ancient Demon Devil Ancestor's Finger snapped out of its shock and accepted the fact that the outer garment it had put on had actually run away.

Rage and shame!

Demonic clouds churned as that segment of the Formless Ancient Demon Devil Ancestor's Finger transformed into its ancient demon body once more. It threw back its head with a long howl. Amid the surging clouds was a terrifying silence, broken only by breaths steeped in fury and humiliation. Its crocodilian maw roared, "Abyss Summoning!"

A ripple of Abyssal will erupted from within the Formless Ancient Demon, sweeping through the entire sealed ruin space.

In an instant, wherever the ripple passed, Abyssal demonic energy boiled. One Abyssal creature after another—hidden, sleeping, hunting, fleeing—shuddered and froze.

Thump, thump, thump...

Only the heartbeat of the Formless Ancient Demon remained. The self-will in the eyes of these Abyssal Demonic Beasts, bred in this ancient Abyssal land that had yet to be purified by the will of the Wizard World, gradually vanished. In its place appeared the black-as-ink, gloomy, cruel light of the Formless Ancient Demon. Together, they raised their heads and looked toward the source of the Abyss Summoning.

"You cannot run! Even if you hide in any corner of this space, I will drag you out! You are the outer garment I have chosen, my treasured possession—you are mine!"

The Formless Ancient Demon's roar echoed through every corner of the sealed ruin space.

The once tranquil ancient battlefield sealing ruins seemed to be slowly awakening