Inside the giant maw lies a void incomparable to even the blackest of nights, devoid of light, darkness, or any distinction of time and space.
A dense network of white roots deeply entrenched in the Demon Mother Goddess's body—these high-dimensional beings always prefer to bring their food inside their bodies, perhaps to ensure the safety of their feast from other predators, but if the food is not just food, but also a predator, it's akin to playing with fire.
The pale roots frantically spread outward, being inside the Goddess, they can deeply embed into Her flesh from any direction, endlessly extracting and devouring. Thousands of pristine white tendrils, like branches, like root spikes.
"Crack—crack crack—!!"
The mirror cage emits an unbroken, hair-raising shattering sound, one panel after another bursting, with fragments consumed by the giant maw even before they could scatter.
