After jolting awake,
The forest had grown unnaturally dark without anyone noticing. The Evil Moon's radiance in the sky had done little to illuminate it, instead coating everything in an eerie hue.
Sylven, holding his magic flute, and the two bishops sensed something wrong almost one after another. Everything within sight, whether trees or earth, was pitch-black. This was no longer a matter of insufficient light, but a change in their very nature, one that also affected their mental perception.
Sylven kept moving as he played his flute, constantly telling himself that the forest was still a forest and could not possibly have transformed entirely into something else. Yet the darkness around him continued to deepen.
The Shadow Demon's body had vanished completely, but Sylven and the bishops seemed able to sense those crimson eyes within the shadows on a mental level.
Yes, the forest was still a forest. Both Sylven and the bishops knew that.
But the so-called existential force was both fragile and strong enough to inspire despair. Even as supernatural beings, they soon discovered that neither their wills nor their minds could escape the forest's darkening.
Perhaps every supernatural being faced with this situation would first try to shake off its mental influence. These three were no different, but that very response led them into a trap that cost them their chance.
Built upon Mulan's oath and conviction, which defied all common sense, and combined with the resonance of Evil Moon Day, this mental influence overwhelmed them on the level of existential force-and by more than a single tier!
Mulan's resonance sometimes defied logic. Other supernatural beings could only resonate with themselves. Their interference with others did objectively exist, but beings capable of grasping reality on the same supernatural level could disregard it.
Mulan was different. He