At that moment.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ether's true form rushed into the spatial rift he had opened before him, preparing to make another leap across space.
But in that split second.
Lynn hurled Clown from his hand and shouted wildly.
"Curse authority! Maximum output!"
Buzzz-
A discordant rhythm rang across the sky.
That was the authority of Curse Deepening!
It was also the shackles and chains that eternally bound all the prisoners deep within Hell!
At that moment.
The curse took effect!
Ether, who had almost entirely entered the spatial rift, instantly felt an immense obstructing force, as though he were trudging through a mire. He abruptly looked down at his body. Amid that piercing rhythm, twisted black threads emerged from every corner of space, clinging to him like the hands of countless malevolent ghosts.
That was the Witch God Head's Undying Curse!
It was the curse of flesh proliferation that writhed chaotically around Eve's body!
Those were their shackles, too!
The brands they would bear for their entire lives!
And those bound by shackles would inevitably be subject to Hell's restrictions!
The prisoners of Hell were not permitted to break through the void!
Ether threw back his head and let out a wild, defiant howl. Finally, just as the black threads of the curse were about to drag him completely out of the spatial rift, he tore open his own body with tremendous resentment, forcibly regurgitating the two Origins he had devoured.
Whoosh-
The black threads of the curse pulled the Witch God Head toward the Reality Domain.
Immediately afterward.
Eve's twisted form, digested until less than a hundred meters remained, was also dragged from Ether's body by the shackles of the curse.
"Don't let him escape!"
The moment Sir Awen reached out with his enormous hands and