When Medici, in his Flame Giant form, raised the Banner of Divine Fall, Bansy Island, separated by half of the Northern Continent and the Berserk Sea, erupted like a long-suppressed volcano.
Abusive and frenzied roars, mixed with the clang of metal chains, shook the entire Bansy Island. The originally clear sky instantly darkened, and the River of Fate, sparkling with jagged light, was torn open by an extremely dense, grayish-white mist, causing the cycle of destiny covering the entire sea to shatter.
Thousands upon thousands of uncountable rotten heads flickered in and out of the mist, dragging their bone-white, long-tail-like spines, wandering over the mist-shrouded sea.
The war mist, permeated with the smell of rust and mixed with a bit of grayish-white mist, did not continue to spread after breaking the cycle of destiny that bound this space, but it slowly permeated into the Spirit World.
Thanks to the Church of the Lord of Storms's blockade and the naval battles between Loen and Feysac, all ships avoided the waters near Bansy Island, so no direct disaster occurred for a time.
In another nearby sea area, the turbulent surface of the sea was eerily smoothed. A beautiful lady in a plain, old-fashioned gray long dress stepped out from the flat sea without causing a single ripple. Her waterfall-like black hair was casually draped, and her blue eyes, more crystalline than gems, looked towards the world shrouded in mist in the distance.
It was Judith, the leader of the Demoness Sect, the child of the Primordial Demoness, the Demoness of Gray!
Feeling the immense power that seduced and stirred her divinity, this Demoness, who was closest to the Primordial Demoness, took a deep breath, lowered her eyes slightly, and prayed in a low voice. When she opened her eyes again, they had turned grayish-white, her casually draped black hair lifted, and black and white eyes grew from its top, looking at the mist once more.
The feeling of seeing flowers through a fog disappeared. Her gaze swept past the spines and heads. In her black and white vision, with the grace of the Primordial Demoness, the Demoness of Gray saw the phantom of a colossal city through some kind of barrier.
Taut iron chains traversed it and extended downwards, inscribed with numerous bas-reliefs. Each incredibly ferocious, ghost-like face seemed to be imbued with life, peeking around, ready to devour anyone.
The Demoness of Gray steadied her mind, reined in her consciousness, which was subtly drawn by the chains, and continued to sink, pulled by the grace of the Primordial, arriving at a staircase leading to an infinite height.
A vast figure, seemingly formed by two colossal pythons entwined, quietly coiled at the end of the staircase. The iron-black chains with the ghost bas-reliefs pierced through its black and white scales, locking it to the staircase, yet still unable to obscure the blood-stained crimson throne at the end of the steps.
As if sensing the Demoness of Gray's gaze, this behemoth slowly raised its triune head. The indifferent face on the rightmost, female human head finally curved into a stiff smile, and prism-like light surged forth.
"Primordial Demoness…"
Unconsciously murmuring, the Demoness of Gray's body trembled slightly. The face, almost identical to the deity she believed in, continuously magnified in her pupils until the scene transmitted by her consciousness was covered in spiderweb-like cracks and completely collapsed.
With a muffled groan, the Demoness of Gray's eyes burst open, and ink-black blood dripped from her eye sockets onto the sea, but it did not diffuse or lighten. Instead, it transformed into a crimson mirror.
Having some expectation of her own condition, the Demoness of Gray's expression was quite calm. As a Mirror Person created by her main body after a long period of receiving the Primordial's grace, she had understood and accepted her destiny since her birth.
She did not hesitate and leaped into the blood mirror. Although the power she encountered in the illusory city was related to the Primordial, this did not mean that such high-level pollution could be ignored.
Although her main body could escape pollution through death and revive herself through the sleeping mirror, that would waste too much time and affect the Demoness Sect's cooperation with George III.
In the deepest part of the Mirror World, on an altar made of grayish-white stones, stood a colossal statue of the Primordial Demoness, seemingly made of bone. The true Demoness of Gray came to the side of the altar and watched indifferently the scene before her, composed of shattered mirror fragments:
The unrestrained Flame Giant waved a blood-stained banner with scorch marks, forcefully tearing apart the scroll of civilization formed by a faint clear light in the most brutal manner, and vanished without a trace amidst hearty laughter.
"This shouldn't be a true containment of a Uniqueness. How did Medici achieve this?"
An incredulous, soft voice came from the mirror space below the altar. The Demoness of Gray's eyes moved. She glanced at the Demoness of Unaging who had spoken and replied coldly:
"You will know when you are one step closer to the Primordial!"
"Also, have you still not found the container that escaped the sect's control?"
The Demoness of Orange, who had spoken earlier, immediately fell silent. The Grade 0 Sealed Artifact she controlled came from the Tamara family and corresponded to the Door Pathway's Angel characteristic. Before the Angel within the sect fell, she probably had no chance to be "one step closer to the Primordial." At this moment, she could only bite the bullet and reply:
"Trissy has been out of contact since the end of the Great Smog. Although it's certain she's in Backlund, I've tried many methods, but haven't had any practical results…"
Glancing at the other Demoness Sect high-ranking members around her who were aloof and unconcerned, the Demoness of Orange gritted her teeth and added:
"That traitor must have received the Blessing of the Night!"
The Demoness of Gray withdrew her extremely oppressive gaze and spoke indifferently:
"The medium left by the Primordial before its slumber, which allows for a brief divine descent, must be recovered as soon as possible. The frequency of the Primordial's will awakening is increasing, and no mistakes can occur at this critical moment."
"Zaratul of the Secret Order has already reached a cooperation agreement with the Loen royal family. With the help of an Attendant of Mysteries, as long as that container is still in Backlund, finding it is only a matter of time. In exchange, our Demoness Sect will be responsible for one of George III's mausoleums."
"As for Medici, since Adam is behind him, we don't need to worry about him for now. However, forcefully mobilizing that power will cause him to suffer a backlash!"
Knowing that this task was unavoidable, the Demoness of Orange did not hesitate to accept it. The Grade 0 Sealed Artifact of the Door Pathway she controlled, combined with the Demoness's own mirror space, was indeed suitable for protecting the mausoleum. Moreover, if things truly became unmanageable, escaping to save her life would also be unhesitating.
After the few high-ranking members of the Demoness Sect left, the Demoness of Gray came behind the bone statue and watched her "Mirror Person" slowly dissolve in the churning blood pool. The prism-like light brought from the illusory city, having lost its carrier, instantly surged into the bone statue, making this special mirror world even more oppressive and terrifying.