[Devouring Corpse] was a little dumbfounded too. He had never thought his mouth possessed some strange power even he had yet to discover.
Taking in the lively scene, [fear] planted one hand on her hip.
"Oh, quite a crowd."
[Devouring Corpse] snorted. "As a Calamity, instead of going after those living beings over there making their last stand, you oppose fellow Calamities like us, even founding some [Dark Abyss Calamity Dynasty].
"Calamities from the Epoch of Fracture really do have something wrong with their heads. Rather than follow your instincts, you imitate living beings and try to build a civilization. What a joke."
[fear] narrowed her eyes. The ribbon in her hand shot out, striking [Devouring Corpse] across the face with a crack.
"What I do is not for you to judge. A coward left over from the Epoch of Great Decline, too afraid to show yourself during the Epoch of the Zenith, only daring to come out and bluster now-you have no right to lecture me."
[war] held his broken arm and, expressionlessly, set the broken bones back in place, repairing the injury.
His dark gaze fixed on the Two Calamities who had followed.
"Are you sure you want to oppose me?"
Weier sensed the lively presences in the distance, chaotic and numerous, like leaves rustling after the wind swept through them.
Every leaf made its own sound, some soaring, others murmuring. They were similar but not the same, and the sounds the wind drew from them were filled with differing tones.
Her gaze went unfocused for a moment.
So the sound of living beings refusing to remain silent was such a grand yet light, soaring yet gentle movement of music.
It was her first time hearing such a sound. At the thought of the Calamity before her destroying