"Typhon! It's Typhon! That monster is Typhon!"
"Typhon, king of evil gods, father of demons, lord of corruption..."
"The infamous father of demons from Greek Mythology—what is he doing here?"
"God, why is Typhon here?"
"Get the plane in the air! Forget the weather! If we don't take off, we're all going to die here!"
"..."
The enormous roar that swept across the island chilled everyone who heard it. Many glanced back, only to tremble at Typhon's terrifying appearance, as dreadful as the Cthulhu Evil God.
Typhon's appearance reminded them of Han City, which had been attacked by an evil god not long ago. In just days, the bustling city had become ruins. Level ground had turned into a canyon, and seawater had poured in to form a vast lake. The people of Universe Country had reportedly abandoned the site and planned to build a new Han City elsewhere.
If a divine dragon from the East had not descended at the end and revived the dead, one-fifth of Universe Country's population would have perished in that evil god's attack.
Now an evil god had come to invade Sicily. A shudder ran through everyone on the island. Many people's legs gave out, and they collapsed as though all the strength had been drained from their bodies. Despair spread.
No one believed Sicily could withstand Typhon, any more than anyone could have marched into Gaul's capital before the country surrendered.
At the airport, people in suits screamed and shouted for the planes to take off. The security guards responsible for keeping order had long since been knocked down. Their faces were swollen and bruised, their bodies covered in footprints. The Sicilians who had always presented themselves to the world as warm and welcoming had torn off the veneer of civilization, revealing savage