Before he could react, a bizarre and sticky slithering sound suddenly echoed in front of him.
Inside the dim labyrinth, a small dot quickly expanded, writhing as if countless tapeworms entwined together, swelling and growing.
Countless shadows of hands, legs, heads, and torsos overlapped and convulsed, appearing like a sphere at a glance.
Past, present, future.
All out-of-order fragments randomly overlapped, collapsing into the present, constituting the weird scene before him.
The so-called, worm!
——Shadow Sun Demon·Cancha!!
On the faces of countless silhouettes, hope, fear, confusion, bewilderment manifested in infinite expressions. Yet all eyes fixated on the masked craftsman pretending to be mysterious, or more precisely, on the sleeping child in his arms.
"「Riffraff/Bastard」!"
Hundreds of chaotic voices rose in unison, a harsh command: "Lay down the 「Gift/eye/origin stone」! Give it to 「me/Gift/Sacrifice」!!!"
