Endless Dimensions, Bewitching Dimension.
The boundless mist flowed slowly like water. Half-mistified Mist Spirits wandered soundlessly through it, preying on souls that had lost their shells.
Suddenly, the tranquil mist began to churn violently.
Then, a colossal mist python over ten thousand meters long emerged from within the fog.
Under the python's pressure, every Mist Spirit within a radius of thousands of kilometers began to flee.
Among the fleeing tide, there were even World Lord-level Mist Spirits.
The python slithered slowly, silently devouring the souls within the mist.
Suddenly, three figures caught its attention.
The three were clearly outsiders. Two looked like Scarecrows, while the other was a crystalline stone wearing a black robe.
Amid the flood of fleeing creatures, those three figures stood out glaringly.
"I need proof."
One Scarecrow spoke slowly. His voice was incomparably hoarse, as though demons lived in his throat. It sent chills crawling down one's spine.
Opposite him, the crystal being in black replied, "That will be easy."
As he spoke, he casually reached out and grabbed at the python. The python immediately realized that its body could no longer move. A tremendous pressure was also constantly crushing down upon it.
Crack, crack...
Crisp sounds echoed through the mist. The python that had been flaunting its might just moments ago was now compressed into a ball of flesh beneath an invisible force.
The flesh ball then vanished. When it reappeared, it had become a mass of Soul Origin and a mass of Mist Matrix.
A sixth-level creature had been unable to offer even the slightest resistance from beginning to end.
Watching this scene, the pupil in the eye on the Scarecrow's chest contracted slightly.
"...Not bad. It seems you truly are the Fated One."
As he spoke, the Scarecrow raised both hands. This was