Mystery would fall before greater mystery.
This was common knowledge to anyone versed in the path of magic.
That was precisely why Altrouge Brunestud felt such genuine pride in her bloodline and identity. As Crimson Moon's successor, she had stood at the pinnacle of the Dead Apostles since her birth.
The same held true for Cath Palug.
He had been born long before the period of history that recorded him as the Three-Eyed Cat Demon.
Neither sleeping nor passing through a barrier where time flowed differently, the monster called the White Beast had truly lived through all those long years to reach the present age.
The weight, history, authority, and fangs and claws this demonic hound of Gaia had accumulated and honed were, in the truest sense, the pinnacle of the modern age.
Yet now, this monster, capable of shaking the world under extreme circumstances, had been flung away like trash in a one-on-one fight.
If word of this got out, it would probably cause an uproar.
"Huh..."
Even Altrouge, who had felt somewhat uneasy, had not expected this outcome.
"Cath Palug!"
Her beautiful eyes widened, and she stared blankly for a good while before calling the White Beast's name.
There was no need to ask about the result of their exchange. Without question, this was an utterly crushing defeat.
The evidence lay before her-Fou's entire body was embedded ignominiously in the cross beneath her feet.
With Primate Murder's physical strength, a flick of his tail would have been enough to bring down this stone cross.
Not to mention that he had been thrown skyward like a cannonball, at a speed that had carved a vacuum even through the thick clouds of dust.
Under normal circumstances, Fou should have helplessly smashed through the cross like a cracker and flown away