"We all require everything that each other knows, so... rge with , ssiah!"
The figure in the shadows issued a srizing invitation towards that unending ray of light.
Light and shadow.
Technology and magic.
Humans, demons, even the souls input into machines.
Once the two beco one, they will create an existence that transcends the Old Gods, a being that understands the past and foresees the future, infinitely approaching the omniscient and omnipotent fiend within theoretical concepts.
"ssiah, this is everything your heart desires, and now, I have brought this gift to your presence."
Sincaro’s voice was sweet and fervent, sounding no longer like an echo of the Old Gods, but closer to that of a human.
Human emotions, human desires.
It is precisely because of this that He crossed the galaxy, passed through the Node Space, and descended upon this world.
"After this divine ceremony, countless divided worlds will truly rge together, under your watchful gaze, within your calculations, and at that ti, it will not only be you flying out of the birdcage, but everything you strive to maintain within it - at that ti, happiness will no longer be a lie, no longer a chemical reaction of the brain’s nerves, but a tangible existence visible and perceivable to all."
The figure in the darkness couldn’t help but step forward.
Even for the Old Gods, such a mont is enough to move Him.
With the Demon King inviting the Lord of the Holy City, the ripples produced by their thoughts were enough to create an upheaval in three different worlds.
At this mont, the Imperial People unanimously looked up at the sky.
The sky was torn apart.
This was not a taphor - the azure sky was like a canvas gripped by an invisible giant hand, wrinkled, distorted, and finally split open into a black wound stretching east to west, scarlet and black entangled into a vortex, with tallic fragnts tumbling within, those fragnts seed to reflect the mont of destruction of countless worlds.
Most suffocating was the shadow slowly erging from the center of the rift, a size impossible to asure.
Doomsday had arrived.
Without any forewarning, nor granting them any ti to prepare.
Far in the Far West, Mary also gazed at the anomaly overhead, she couldn’t help but clasp her hands in prayer, and before the black smoke rolling down reached the ground, a green curtain ford by her Magic Power engulfed the entire Far West, blocking the demons that were screaming and laughing wildly on the other side of the curtain.
Simultaneously, on the Other Shore within Neseriel Sanctuary, a battle had just ended, the last batch of comrades driven mad by the influence of the Knight Lord were tied up and sent to the confinent room under her watchful gaze, and the older knight coming out of the confinent room wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Before he could react, the rolling black smoke plunged into his mouth.
The Other Shore was taken aback.
She swung her sword to slay two demons that materialized beside her, and when she reached the side of the adjutant, this stalwart knight had ceased trembling, his head hung low, obscuring his expression.
The days-long battle had already exhausted the Other Shore physically and ntally, her reactions were considerably slowed, so much so that when the anomaly in the sky appeared, she was montarily stunned in her place, watching the clouds of black smoke dive into the Holy Hall, penetrating the Knights’ bodies.
"Are you okay?"
The Other Shore concernedly stepped forward to inquire, but was t with tumultuous laughter, the older knight seed as if he had suddenly transford into another person, laughing so hard his entire body trembled, and when he lifted his head, what t the gaze of the Other Shore were a pair of red eyes devoid of pupils, the older knight’s facial features beca ferocious and twisted.
"Knight Commander..." his voice sounded like shattered wind chis, "Welco to the end of the world!"
The Other Shore dodged the long sword aid at her chin, the red-eyed figure did not linger in battle, quickly rushing into the confinent room, disappearing in the depths of the black smoke.
The confinent room was no longer visible, with more and more black smoke invading it, the tumultuous laughter rged into a continuous sound, seeming to beco omnipresent.
This was... Doomsday.
The Other Shore holding the Holy Sword, she must hurry back to the Imperial Capital.
According to the prophecies left by the True Gods, "Doomsday" shall descend upon the Seventh Epoch, the sealed Old Gods will break free and return to this world - this war will determine the course of the entire world, once defeated, human civilization will be utterly obliterated, but the prophecy also ntions, True Gods and Middle-Level Gods will return in the Seventh Epoch, leading humanity into this final war.
Everything is unfolding according to the prophecy, except...
This ti the True Gods don’t seem to be standing with them.
The Other Shore sprinted through the courtyard of Neseriel Sanctuary, rallying those stalwart, unpossessed remnants of knights along the way, she must return to the Imperial Capital before the transmission nodes are destroyed, she must use every ans possible to gather all living forces together.
No demon could stop her progress, these deceitful and cunning beings never dared confront her directly, they only dared to hide in the shadows, emitting that detestable laughter, using intrigues and sches to slow their steps.
Almost there.
The Other Shore’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly, she saw the transmission node at the bottom of the circular steps, a group of High-tier Knights had anticipated their motives upon the demon’s arrival, they gathered spontaneously into a squad, guarding steadfastly before the transmission node.
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