A chilling scream unfit for an angel. That sound was closer to the wails of tormented spirits scratching at the gates of the Ten Thousand Demons’ Battlefield.
Moriel’s expression, twisted with pain and fear, was grotesque, as if her beautiful face had melted away.
<What’s this? Why’s she suddenly acting like that? Did she eat the wrong sacrifice or something!>
The situation unfolded urgently. As Moriel thrashed about, as if trying to break free from her fate as a stalactite statue, cracks began to form on the ceiling with loud snaps, spreading across the room in all directions.
“Eek!”
“It’s, it’s collapsing!”
People clutched their heads and shut their eyes tight. Fortunately, a catastrophe like a cave-in didn’t occur.
[ Notification. The ultimate skill ‘Gravity Control’ has been activated.]
A tremendous force interfered with the laws of nature.
The collapse hesitated for a moment, and the piles of stone and clouds of dust that should have crashed to the floor were sucked away somewhere, scattering into…