Again in that peculiar world
Not long after they left, they returned here, yet this time the number of people was different.
"War, Dusk...
Didn't expect even 'Fallen'!"
The black-haired man with a monocle looked somewhat bewildered.
He had some ties with the Fallen, but had always been at odds with them.
Now that the Fall was complete, he felt a sense of loss, as if he had lost something incredibly important.
He didn't know what to do for a while.
And those around him were no better off.
They were already somewhat mentally unstable due to their divine traits, and the use of tremendous power combined with the defeat only further fermented their emotions.
Fear, anger, hatred, all these emotions mixed together.
However, despite this, some managed to remain calm.
"No way, their power is too restraining for us.
With that kind of power that causes our extraordinary traits to go out of control, we can't possibly confront them head-on.
