"Buzzz~!"
Acheron's violet eyes suddenly turned a profound red.
Her long, pale hair suddenly floated upward, and an endless, boundless aura faintly erupted from her.
A tear of blood streamed from her right eye.
The snake-patterned chain wrapped around her slender wrist suddenly shattered, as if a seal that had suppressed her for far too long had broken.
Even the surrounding air trembled!!
"Naught" was raised high into the sky. The crimson at the corner of Acheron's eye slowly fell, intertwining with blood-red petals.
It bloomed with a breathtakingly tragic beauty.
At this moment, she was the only color in the black-and-white world.
Acheron's slender fingers gripped the hilt of "Naught." Her face showed neither joy nor sorrow as the sharp blade was about to leave its sheath.
In an instant, memories of the past surged forth like a tide. She remembered her ruined homeland.
And the past—the desolate battlefield of ashes.
Izumo, Takamagahara, Eight Million Gods.
From "Origin," through "End," to "Naught."
All that had once been had returned to eternal Nihility.
Like a deep-red bloody tear destined to vanish in the rain, it spilled from her eye, leaving behind a faint tear streak.
Boom, boom, boom—!!
A vast, invisible shockwave surged forth, forcing both allies and enemies away as several crimson bolts of lightning flashed back and forth.
Space changed color, and a savage, enormous rift was torn open across the heavens.
Drops of rain the size of beans appeared one by one between heaven and earth.
Acheron closed her eyes. Above her pale hair, she slowly drew the long odachi, "Naught"!
An unprecedented killing intent enveloped Xiong Jun, making him feel as though he had fallen into an icy abyss. The Silver Dragon King was even more horrified.
Danger!
Endless killing intent spread as red spider lilies