The mountain-like Artifact Beasts, together with the guards who had already transformed into Wolf Beasts, let out earth-shaking roars that echoed through the Nine Heavens. In that instant, the Sky Curtain turned blood-red.
In the deepest recesses of nearly every soldier who had lived through the Abundance people war, there lurked such a nightmarish scene.
The fallen beastships, like insensate giant beasts, still greedily licked every wound upon the battlefield. Ferocious wolves, faces filled with wild joy, clutched their prey by the throat, grinning savagely as they bit apart the heads of celestial beings, intoxicated by the blood-red haze of slaughter.
Their armor shattered across their bodies like withered petals, while dense wounds bloomed upon them like flowers in full blossom, only to miraculously heal in an instant.
When their spear shafts broke in fierce battle, they extended sharp claws. When those claws wore down in combat, they bared cold-glinting fangs. Even if their fangs broke, they feared nothing, for as their bones regenerated, new fangs would grow back.
Killing was pleasurable. Being killed was pleasurable.
Torturing was pleasurable. Being tortured was pleasurable.
Destruction was pleasurable. Being destroyed was as well.
This was the celestial beings' sworn enemy—the Buli people.
They had declined because of the Aeon's arrow, yet the cruelty and savagery flowing through their blood remained like a candle in the night. Though faint, it had never gone out.
This savage race seemed like a scar upon the universe, both ugly and stubborn.
Yet, faced with such a savage race, the man floating in the air merely made a gentle grasping motion.
A pitch-black kingdom silently covered the entire planet.
It came so suddenly, yet so inevitably, as natural as an eraser passing over paper, wiping away all of the past and present.
Accompanied by a tremendous roar,