The sky of the Blood Pit Fortress seemed like boiling oil into which a boulder had been thrown, violently twisting and shattering.
Kana and the silhouette of the Abyss Evil God had long since disappeared into the depths of the swirling maelstrom of frenzied energies, invisible to the naked eye.
Only the thundering roar shaking the Abyss and the bizarre energy spurts remained, mercilessly lashing the entire battlefield.
The power of chaos and his own power alternated continuously, clashing midway, with the residual forces spreading across the battlefield, influencing the situation and determining the outcome.
Yet even so, it was better to have the battlefield contained outside.
Otherwise, it wouldn't just be an influence.
It would be a complete, indiscriminate annihilation.
