Crimson Moon's plan had been perfect.
She would use this great battle to eliminate humanity's elites while also clearing out a batch of disobedient traitors among the True Ancestors.
The ritual could be carried out anytime. As long as the Principle Blood Ring remained, she could simply find a few obedient Dead Apostles and cultivate them slowly.
Unfortunately, Kishua had yet to appear. She had specially prepared so much this time precisely because she wanted to kill Kishua and avenge their old grudge.
At the same time, she wanted to eliminate that unknown variable. She had experienced the domain of magic before; it was an unknown variable.
Even now, she did not dare claim she could win with absolute certainty.
Suddenly, the Forest of Einnashe shuddered. It was a sign of injury. It seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and even the tentacles gripping Ciel loosened.
A large number of tentacles retracted underground, seemingly rushing to support other areas.
However, Ciel did not dispel her Interrogation Death Form. Instead, she chose to wait and see.
Crimson Moon, who had been brimming with confidence, immediately frowned. Something beyond the plan had happened.
At the same time, she found it strange. With the Gatekeeper cooperating with the Forest of Einnashe, suppressing a group of humans and True Ancestor traitors should have taken no effort at all.
After all, those traitors did not dare rebel openly. At most, they would employ a few petty tricks behind the scenes.
And even she was no match for the Gatekeeper's strength.
With her joining forces with the Forest of Einnashe, there was no reason for them to fall into a disadvantage.
Seeing that Ciel was such a tough bone to chew, Crimson Moon decisively chose to give up.
Although victory would certainly be hers if