The mouth of ‘Strict Order and Goodness’ gaped in shock.
[How could a creation… how could a creation do this to its creator…!]
It writhed in shock as if an absolute law had been shattered. Such was the arrogance befitting an evil god.
As its power waned, the body of the fallen god was sucked into the rift. The prison was calling its inmate back.
[Let me go…!]
Reed decided to gladly assist in returning it to its rightful place. He pushed ‘Strict Order and Goodness’ further while still impaling it.
“Go back.”
[Creation! Thesilid Argent! Stop this! If you serve to free me even now…!]
“I’d rather strangle myself.”
[No…! I cannot return to that wretched place again…!]
The body, which had grown by devouring the Chaos Evil, was once more shattered and whittled down to fit through the small hole. This process was both terrifying and painful for the fallen god.
[——!]
A scream rang out, beyond the audible range.
After a considerable time, the grotesquely twisted human form finally passed through the hole.
As the rift…