Divine Kingdoms collapsed, and the Divine Realm shattered.
Countless living beings were slaughtered, their blood staining the heavens. The gaze of that enormous Black Pupil seemed intent on plunging their entire world into an abyss of extinction.
It was an upheaval that swept across the entire Divine Realm, like a drop of ink falling into a pond and swiftly spreading through every Divine Kingdom they inhabited.
They fought back.
They fought bloody battles to the death against the black nightmare that had descended.
Countless people died on the battlefield. She saw deity after deity fall beside her, saw her once-dearest friends stained with that bone-chilling blackness amid their screams.
"No... no, no, don't..."
She clutched her head, her fingernails almost digging into her scalp in agony.
It was an exceedingly brutal massacre.
And an utterly unforeseen rebellion.
Old friends suddenly turned against them, splitting the deities of the entire Divine Realm into two camps. Those gods who still held fast to their convictions and will were singled out, then subjected to betrayal and slaughter. Unbeknownst to them, the Divine Realm had long since been corrupted. The corrupted deities turned on them and, in a siege that lasted a full hundred days, trapped those gods who still retained their sanity inside that shattered Divine Kingdom and hunted them to death.
It was a trap.
She escaped. She and her older sister escaped.
They desperately crossed one war-torn Divine Kingdom after another, hoping to report what had happened to the Female Host.
But all they saw in the end was the departure of the Chaotic Colors.
All the jailers withdrew.
They offered no resistance and made no intervention. Under the sisters' despairing gazes, they abandoned the entire war-ravaged Divine Realm.
Perhaps they thought all the deities had rebelled. Or perhaps they had