The wind sweeping across the wilderness struck Midnight Star's face. Light and darkness, life and death—the fractured visions were reflected in her fiery red eyes.
None of it means anything. That's the truth.
Familiar words echoed in her ears.
Far away, the awakening dusk brought ruin to all things; above the cosmos, the hunting Arrow of Time wove laws together and brought down Finality.
Darkness and chaos spread faster than anyone could imagine.
Sown from the body of the Dusk Beast, which neither lived nor died, tangible darkness surged from the sky, the oceans, the earth, and the deepest reaches of the planet.
Amid spine-chilling laughter, thunderous crashes erupted one after another, accompanied by scenes of apocalyptic devastation.
For some reason, the sight felt unbearably familiar, as though she had seen it countless times in a dream, though she could not remember when she had dreamed it.
Midnight Star looked toward "Belobog," the "brother" who had always kept a strange distance from her and the others, yet had now fallen into a kind of madness.
His Immortal Metal puppet collapsed. Nine dragon souls that seemed to contain every color flew out, their laughter swept away by the wind and clouds, leaving only the fiercest dragon cries.
Above heaven and below earth, from antiquity to the present—even though they did not belong to this world—the dragons that had roamed the ancient histories of the heavens and existed since primordial Chaos appeared once more in this cosmos.
They became chains of law reflecting all the phenomena of heaven and earth, stretching from beginning to end. They pierced in from the dark Abyss and shot out from the edge of the sky, every link shining with immortal light.
In an instant, nine dragon pillars rose from the earth, suppressing everything and holding back