Outside the Castle, the towering walls that had stood before the Blood Moon faded had now become a shattered wasteland.
And with the Blood Moon gone completely, all the angels and demons that had existed before had now crumbled to ash.
"What's there?!"
"What just appeared?!"
The Self-Binding Angel stared fixedly at the empty wasteland ahead.
She could not see anything.
Yet the dread that seemed to rise from the depths of her soul made her entire body tremble uncontrollably, as though something unimaginably terrifying stood before her, beyond her perception.
Aivier said nothing. In her eyes, on the wasteland directly before her-
Countless purple-black rifts covered it, as though the whole of space had been torn open into windows oozing pus.
Black vapor surged out of them.
But she knew.
Those were not rifts in space. They were rifts in time!
She could sense something crossing the dimension of time, little by little, stepping into a point in time where they did not belong.
Rrrrrush-
Inside the rifts, she saw pitch-black eyes peering out, saw flowing aberrations of flesh.
Amid gurgling, squirming sounds, she saw an enormous, serpentlike body emerge from one of the rifts. Its lower half was a snake, but its upper half was human. Dense clusters of cysts covered its body, and between them, pair after pair of eyes opened, clinging with strands of black blood. It was a terrifying colossus beyond description.
And with the appearance of the first being, a second and a third terrifying presence stepped out in quick succession.
She saw a knight clad entirely in armor, billowing black vapor rising from beneath his mask. In his hand, he held a long, human-shaped blade, upon which one twisted face after another appeared.
Another rift tore open.
What appeared this time was even