The sky above Fire Island was blood-red now, and the ground was a far deeper shade.
The rampaging Abyss Sin Three-Headed Hound was slaughtering the island's living creatures. Tears kept dripping from the corners of his eyes, evaporating soon after they struck the ground and forming a thin, bitter mist.
Terrifying lava, despairing tremors-life had become the cheapest dry grass, mercilessly harvested by the flames.
Above the formation hall, the Hunched Youth watched it all with excitement.
Beside him, Blazet, the Primordial Ancestor of the Bewitching Otherworldly Demons, appeared as a monstrous face and grinned savagely.
"I love scenes like this. Really, I absolutely adore the taste of this moment! Blood, chaos, screams-oh, heavens, it's truly intoxicating and addictive."
The Hunched Youth laughed along, but as he laughed, his facial muscles began to twitch slightly, betraying pain. Wisps of light were leaking from his body, and he had to block them with his hands.
Blazet looked at him and said, "What, is the rejection starting again?"
"Yes... yes... my soul... is struggling under the burden."
"You were the one who wanted to bear so much. We merely granted your request. Though, honestly, it really is a bit much."
"Yes, that's right." The Hunched Youth nodded firmly. "I'll do anything to revive the Church of Light. I firmly believe the light will return. After blood and fire, every obstacle to its return will be overturned, including... Order."
"Of course. Believe me, the God of Order will fall, and the Order God Church he passed down will ultimately perish as well. From its ashes, a new light will be born."
Blazet would never forget how that man had looked when he entered the God-Burial Land;
Faced with the reasonable request of a group of slumbering gods to renew their covenant with the