Exceptionally magnificent colors-
More precisely, it was rainbow light unlike anything this world in the Underworld had ever seen. Like a boundless river of light, it burst from Kroya's outstretched palm, thick as a serpent coiling around the world, and swallowed the Death Knight whole in an instant.
It was so magnificent in the gray Underworld, shedding rainbow hues with every moment of its existence and forcibly bathing the surrounding space for thousands, even tens of thousands of miles in glorious light.
Nor did it stop there. Rainbow beams kept flashing all around, as though issuing a challenge-or a threat-allowing no one to approach.
Normally, such light suddenly appearing in a world like the Underworld would surely attract considerable attention, perhaps even that of lords at legendary rank.
The Underworld's depths were unfathomable. All heroes eventually returned here, and some legendary figure from ages past might suddenly emerge. Even the Goddess of the Underworld probably could not truly see through all of it.
But Kroya did not care in the slightest.
He had spent this time organizing and refining his magic power, and he had a feeling he was about to become legendary.
It had actually been a very short time, but judging by how much power he had suppressed, he had indeed held back his legendary power for far too long. The blazing intensity of sunlight was already affecting him.
With the special properties of the rainbow poem, once he entered the ranks of the legendary, he could slowly grind down even four or five opponents with Rainbow Grass Heaven.
With that kind of strength, why should he keep a low profile?
So he used rainbow light to openly declare this place his territory, while also providing the magic crystal grape vine with the most comfortable environment to develop.