The entire gathering fell silent.
Captain Constantine stepped forward, his face expressionless, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Who are you?"
The Crimson Figure sneered.
"Don't make me say it again."
Sir Awen was about to speak, but Constantine raised his hand, his gaze icy. He said nothing, merely making a gesture.
Every Origin present felt their heart jolt, because that gesture meant...
"Retreat."
"Now!"
Constantine's voice rang out in all their minds.
Without further hesitation, spatial Warp fluctuations flared around them.
In a single instant.
The entire Legion pulled back several hundred kilometers, leaving the entrance to the Chaos Corridor far behind and drawing close to the border of the Third Plane.
Their decisive action made the Crimson Figure inside the Chaos Corridor snort coldly, his eyes narrowing.
Terrifying torrents of blood-red power had already gathered in his hand.
Clearly, that Demigod had sensed the danger.
"Interesting."
He sneered.
But it didn't matter.
He merely wanted to test whether Raven had left any contingency measures behind.
As for these insects from Hell, he didn't consider them worth his attention.
Whoosh-
He swept his hand toward the Abyss.
In an instant.
An enormous rift spread from the entrance to the Chaos Corridor like a hideous scar, tearing through a vast stretch of the Abyss's Third Plane. The Void collapsed and matter was annihilated. Even this casual strike made the distant floating continent of the Third Plane rumble and shake, the ground heaving beneath it.
Riiip-riiip-
He approached step by step, tearing apart the space at the entrance to the Abyss corridor inch by inch.
In just a few breaths, the vast region where the Origins had stood became a twisted wasteland.
Watching from afar, everyone's faces turned pale.
They could well imagine.
Had they remained there, they would probably have