The cold current had turned the area outside the Eighth Domain into an azure ice field.
An enormous ice-blue tiger, his fur layered across his body like ice spikes, shattered the frozen statue of a god that had just frozen to death and growled:
"Mirage Moth, seal off the paths. Don't let anyone else near here. We don't need more casualties giving the Succession Envoy something to nag us about."
As his words fell, the pile of dead leaves on the ground behind Frost Tiger slowly stirred and rose into the air.
Beneath that disguise of fallen leaves was a giant moth with a wingspan of a thousand meters. Its wings looked as though they had been pieced together from rotting leaves.
There were no eyes on its enormous head, and its outstretched wings blotted out the starry sky.
Mirage Moth beat its wings once toward the Eighth Domain.
The surrounding air began to tremble.
Before long, however, everything grew still again.
Had any unsuspecting god or Sequence Ability User looked this way from a distance, they would have noticed nothing unusual.
To their eyes, the outskirts of the Eighth Domain remained as full of life and hidden dangers as ever.
Gods darted out from time to time, weaving through the dense forest.
Yet if anyone tried to pass through this area and set foot in the Eighth Domain, they would discover that no matter how they advanced, River Ridge, which did not seem very far away, always remained exactly as distant as it had been at the start.
The Eighth Domain was like a mirage, visible but forever out of reach.
Mirage Moth said, "I've concealed everything from the natural defensive boundary at River Ridge in the Eighth Domain to the ring-shaped area around us. No humans or other