Amid the screams, even the face of the Aberration, shunned by everyone on the Mystical Side, twisted.
What had it seen?
It had seen Arthur lounging in a chair, knees raised and arms draped over them, gazing lazily at the night sky.
It had seen the figure appearing behind Arthur, clad in a pitch-black robe and holding a scythe...
'Death'!
The night wind had long since ceased.
No!
More precisely, the instant that figure appeared, the night wind had died.
And not just the night wind. The night sky, the moon, the stars, the earth-everything had died.
Because-
Where that figure stood, there was only death, and there could only be death.
This was a law!
A law that reigned above all things!
A law that only another law could oppose!
Unfortunately, there were no other laws here!
Even the Aberration before him had not mastered a law. It had merely borrowed an exceedingly special law of 'undeath.'
But before 'Death,' that borrowed power...
Was utterly powerless!
The instant the intangible 'Death' appeared, it crushed that borrowed 'undeath.'
It had not done so deliberately.
Nor had it singled anything out.
It had been entirely unintentional.
Just as a ten-thousand-ton ship raised waves as it sailed across the sea, who would care about a little spray?
There was far, far too much of it.
It was utterly insignificant.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The Aberration cried out, turned, and fled.
It was incredibly fast, several times faster than an arrow shot from a bow, but to that figure, it was still far too slow.
There was no unnecessary movement.
Not even a swing of the scythe.
A single glance was all it took to melt the Aberration.
Its life, its soul, its fate, everything it possessed vanished along with its flesh, and it