In the few seconds Nimrod spent thinking, the surrounding darkness seemed to grow denser.
No, the darkness had not grown denser. Rather, faint noises and strange changes had appeared within it.
Like the darkness of the City of Silver, which never knew a moment of peace, it had acquired several layers of unnatural color.
The True Creator's descent had begun.
Deep in the dark, gloomy underground, Mr. A wore formal wear beneath a black robe that hung from his shoulders and opened at the front.
Before him, "Despair Nightingale" Panatiya's cheeks were slightly flushed. She said to Mr. A with easy composure, "Please honor our agreement and send me out of the East Borough."
Just moments earlier, she had released her Occult Studies pathogens into Backlund's East Borough, beginning a terrifying harvest beneath the cover of night.
Panatiya could clearly feel her potion digesting, and she sensed the despair all around her.
In her view, this was also material necessary for the True Creator's descent.
"All right."
Mr. A's gaze was concealed beneath his black robe, and his voice held little inflection, perfectly matching Panatiya's impression of the lunatics of the Aurora Order.
A translucent book appeared before him and opened on its own, followed by Mr. A's low voice. "I came, I saw, I recorded."
"I will send you to the outskirts of Backlund. Any farther is beyond my abilities."
Panatiya nodded lightly. She was in an excellent mood.
Not only had she digested a large portion of her potion, but she would also surely receive a reward upon returning to the sect.
Offering a Sequence One characteristic to the Primordial was an immense achievement. It would give her the chance to become a Sequence Three Demoness of Unaging and join the Demoness Sect's inner circle.
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