Primordial Void Creation had failed, the Angel Race had withdrawn, and the demons of the Burning Hell had arrived in their wake. This plane's calamity was far from over...
At that moment—
While Diabolo and the others fought, the illusory space around them had quietly encroached upon nearly the entire world.
Illusory trees, an illusory sky—even the sun had been replaced by the sun of the Illusory World.
Some things from the Illusory World appeared directly in this one, sharing the same space as what had already been there. Others merged with the existing world. A plant might fuse with one from the real world and become an entirely new life-form.
Still others simply took their place—like that illusory sun!
Rumble!
Mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees all gave off strange roars. Under the dominion of some supreme law, heaven and earth began to change.
Illusion and reality intertwined until truth and falsehood were almost impossible to tell apart.
The illusory world became real, while parts of the real world turned illusory. It was strange beyond belief.
Thump! Thump!
Like thunder, like drums—the world was pulsing, and everything within it seemed to rejoice.
The Phantom Deities who had survived the battle between Diabolo and his enemies emerged once more. Bathed in the sunlight of the Illusory World, their auras rapidly grew stronger.
The sky underwent a wondrous change as well.
The thick clouds that had covered it began to thin, revealing a peculiar river like the Heavenly River.
Beneath the endless stars, the river glittered with points of light. Then it crumbled inch by inch, turning into meteors that fell across the land.
Some sank into the soil, some entered plants, and others entered the various monsters of the Illusory World.
"What's going on? Why has this branch of the Sunwell