Vast swaths of scarlet mist blossomed in the wind, adorning the city, already reduced to ruins, with vivid, dreamlike colors.
The acrid scent of ash mingled with the melted asphalt on the roads, weaving through lifeless buildings that towered like a forest and staining even the atmosphere a dark, bloody hue.
Red.
Red mist bloomed everywhere, luxuriant as flowers.
An empty, ruined city and red mist filling the atmosphere-this was undoubtedly a terrifying Demonic Realm.
Roland stared at his surroundings in a slight daze.
The distant mountains were still shrouded in darkness, their vast silhouettes clearly outlined. Yet the red mist obscured even the stars in the sky, leaving not a single one visible. Thus, all that this reflected image could offer an observer was a vague sense of something alien, like gestalt breakdown.
But to Roland, such camouflage was naturally useless.
Judging by the layout and distribution of its buildings, this was simply Misaki Town with an apocalyptic skin.
Stroking his chin, Roland looked up at the gloomy sky.
"What happened? Did humanity go extinct while I was asleep?"
His leisurely attitude, as though he were sightseeing, made the remark sound somewhat like a joke.
In truth, however, Roland was quite serious.
Ever since becoming a Perfect Demon God, he no longer risked accidentally crushing the world. However, to reach the level of the Swirl of the Root-a Higher Multiverse-or even beyond in one stroke, he had still created a special phase to serve as an interface, coordinating with the planet to keep his power at the limit it could tolerate, lest he alert his quarry.
Even so, this power, which could surge upward at any moment according to his mood, was still an unbearable burden for Type-Moon.
One moment, he had been falling asleep in a guest room