The shadow writhed as though it were a living being of its own, pulsing intermittently with a subdued frenzy.
The pope and the Tower Lord were seized by the fear that it might devour them starting from their very toes.
Their once-bold tongues, which had spoken out of turn, now fell silent.
“This is laughably easy.”
Meanwhile, back at the Holy Court – or rather, the Great Temple of Chaos Evil.
With Reed holed up in the meditation sanctuary for reasons unknown, the throne of the grand chapel belonged to Arbixinis.
She sat on a grotesque seat, as if formed by crushing and melding pipe organs together, and had turned only her right eye a shade of violet.
In the air before her, a vast map of the Serentra continent – resembling a painting done with colored sand – spread out like a folding screen.
This map of the world displayed far more than mere terrain.
Red dots were shown bit by bit devouring white dots, turning those territories black in the process.
This…