Dark clouds obscured most of the moon.
As water vapor continued to rise from the sea, the moonlight grew hazy.
But when that hazy moonlight fell upon the blazing figure, the rising flames made the night sky bright and dazzling.
Blinding, even.
It was as though a small sun had risen in the night.
Yet the soldiers aboard the warships were destined to have no chance to appreciate this extraordinary sight.
The oppressive aura carried endless chaos.
The thick stench of sulfur was like the portent of a volcanic eruption.
Trembling.
Fear.
Soldiers whose wills were weaker had already begun to shake and babble incoherently.
Then they scrambled wildly across the decks.
Even the most strong-willed among them froze at the sight of that figure, with only one question left in their minds: why did the Sanctuary have a demon?
Why did the Sanctuary have a demon?
Barry was asking the same question.
Unlike the ordinary soldiers, Barry knew the identity of the demon before him.
2567.
The assistant of the "God of the Earth."
The catalyst for this entire series of events.
But shouldn't Smoot have imprisoned him?
Why had he appeared here?
Suddenly, Barry felt that something had gone wrong with his plan.
Even a perfect plan could fail because of an unforeseen event.
That was why any sensible person prepared a backup plan to handle unexpected developments.
Barry was naturally no exception.
In fact, the general had prepared even more backup plans.
But that did not mean the general appreciated the scene before him.
Barry swept an icy gaze over the useless soldiers around him.
Even though these soldiers were supposedly elites.
But that was only by ordinary people's standards. Against the Mystery Side...
The chaotic scene before him instinctively reminded Barry of a chicken coop struck