As the power from Chaos and Order, respectively from Elliog and Moli, poured into Helair's barrier below, the gate sealing the base opened wider, revealing its terrifying presence to the outside world.
The abyssal hole at the center of the hall grew deeper, and a faint red mist began to emanate from it. Anyone who saw the mist felt their hair stand on end, as if a fear from the depths of the soul had gripped them.
"Uh..."
Moli's reaction was particularly intense; unknowingly, her hair began to darken again, as if she heard clear, unthinking whispers from the mist.
She heard the call of the red mist, seeming to drag her closer to the hole,
"All phenomena... are like a dream or illusion... like dew or like a flash of lightning..."
"What... what?"
She understood the words whispered in the mist but couldn't grasp the profound meaning behind them. Her action of outputting pure life energy paused momentarily, attracted by the dreamlike red mist.
