Rage Demon

"Then let's begin!" Dago's Soul Body steeled itself and directly began chanting Athemia, the holy name of the Origin Moon.

A strange ripple stirred through his Mental Space, as though it had been anchored by an invisible mooring and then dragged away.

A phantom silver moon suddenly appeared beyond the countless layers of Mental Mist.

Just like when Esog had appeared in his Mental Space last time.

Looking through the heavy mist at the hazy silver moon, the moon within the mist seemed like shattered moonlight entwined with fog.

As time passed, the silver moon within the fog continuously grew larger and clearer.

It gradually filled the entire sky of Dago's Mental Space, like an ant staring at a white wall.

As far as the eye could see, the entire Silver Sea flowed with moonlike silver radiance, a cold, silvery-white glow inherent to itself.

It was as though hundreds of millions of tons of molten silver had been gathered into a mass and held aloft by an invisible force.

The Silver Sea never roared. Its magnificence lay not in turbulent waves, but in its absolute stillness and vastness.

It was like a silver mirror forgotten by time, reflecting the cycles of the Spirit World while sealing away every secret that had sunk within it.

In eternal silence, it gently embraced everything with its own grandeur.

Even more unsettling was the "breathing" of the Silver Sea. At intervals, the entire silver ocean would rise and fall slightly.

It was not a wave, but like enormous silver lungs expanding and contracting.

At that moment, black veins could be seen flowing in the depths beneath the surface.

Those were the energy of the seven sins writhing beneath the Silver Sea. Every pulse caused the sea's silver glow to alternate between brightness and dimness.