The vast legion soon finished assembling at the edge of the mist.
Built from the flesh and remains of ancient Old Gods through the Plague Doctors' terrifying technological prowess, this force of Flesh Leviathans had also played an enormous role in their assault on Dark Night City over a month ago.
Without question, even without an Origin, this flesh legion alone would have been enough to secure their foothold in the Dark World.
"Your Majesty, Mother Goddess, the plan has unfolded perfectly."
Inside an enormous Flesh Leviathan.
Within the apparition conjured by Black Magic, a figure could just barely be seen beneath immense, pitch-black wings. Before the transmitted image, the leader of the Plague Doctors knelt on one knee, one hand pressed reverently to his chest, reporting the situation here to the fallen Angel.
"With our improved curse plague, combined with the turmoil caused by the embryo of an Old God, he has no chance of escaping the forbidden zone we prepared for him, even with the Colossus at his side. Even if he can erase some of the curses, the turmoil of an Old God is absolutely beyond what he can withstand."
He spoke softly and reverently.
But the Fallen Angel in the image said nothing.
Through the Flesh Leviathan, she watched the churning Blood Mist in the distance. Her slender fingers tapped the armrest of the Iron Throne as though she were thinking. With her flawless face steeped in darkness, she looked like a queen who held the whole world beneath her gaze.
"But don't you think it's a little too quiet?"
Her gaze was deep.
Her fingers gently stroked her long, pitch-black feathers.
"Even if there is only one Colossus, surely she should show some signs of turmoil after her curse deepened. Have you observed any unusual