"Boom!"
No one knew which part of the train carriage, now engulfed in flames, had collapsed from the ceiling, but it crashed with thunderous noise. At the same time, the fire surged even more violently, completely swallowing the figures of Aurora and Lilith, blocking everyone's view.
Asta stared in despair, his eyes wide with shock. And it wasn't just him—everyone inside the dungeon, even those outside it, were plunged into hopelessness, like lost souls trapped in endless night with no way out.
The sky grew darker still. A dense shroud of darkness veiled even the once-dazzling rift above, like a hymn to the night, heralding the beginning of the apocalypse.
"The gods..." Layla murmured.
"Send a message to the next main esper squad," Frank said slowly.
