When Medici, in the form of a Flame Giant, raised the "Deity's Fallen Banner," Bansy Island, separated by half of the Northern Continent and the Berserk Sea, was like a long-suppressed volcano finally erupting.
The entire Bansy Island trembled with tyrannical and frenzied roars mixed with the clanging of metal chains. The originally clear sky instantly darkened, and the River of Fate, shimmering with jagged light, was torn open by an extremely dense, grayish-white mist, causing the cycle of fate covering the entire sea area to shatter.
Thousands upon thousands, countless rotten heads, appeared and disappeared within the mist, dragging pale, bone-white spines like long tails, wandering over the mist-shrouded sea.
The war mist, permeated with the smell of rust and mixed with some grayish-white mist, did not continue to spread after breaking through the cycle of fate that bound this space, but it slowly permeated into the Spirit World.
Thanks to the Church of the Lord of Storms' blockade and the naval battles between Loen and Feysac, all ships avoided the waters near Bansy Island, so no immediate disaster occurred for the time being.
In another nearby sea area, the turbulent sea surface was strangely calmed, and a beautiful lady in a gray, old-fashioned long dress stepped out of 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 mist-shrouded world in the distance.
It was Judith, the leader of the Demoness Sect, the Deity's Child of the Primordial Demoness, the Demoness of Gray!
Feeling the immense power that seduced and tugged at her divinity, this Demoness, who was closest to the Primordial Demoness, took a deep breath and lowered her eyes in a quiet prayer. 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. From a black and white perspective, with the grace of the Primordial Demoness, the Demoness of Gray saw the phantom of a colossal city through a certain barrier.
Numerous taut iron chains traversed through it and extended downwards, inscribed with a large number of reliefs. Each abnormally hideous, ghastly face seemed to be endowed with life, peeking around and choosing whom to devour.
The Demoness of Gray steadied her mind, reined in her consciousness, which was subtly pulled by the chains, and, dragged by the Primordial One's bestowed power, continued to descend to a staircase leading to an infinite height.
A vast figure, seemingly formed by two enormous intertwined pythons, quietly coiled at the end of the staircase. The iron-black chains with the ghastly reliefs pierced through its black and white interwoven scales, locking it onto the staircase. Yet, they still couldn't obscure the blood-stained crimson divine 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. That face, almost identical to the deity she worshipped, continuously magnified in her pupils until the entire scene transmitted by this consciousness was covered in spiderweb-like cracks and collapsed with a bang.
With a muffled groan, the Demoness of Gray's eyes burst open. Ink-black blood dripped from her eye sockets onto the sea surface, but instead of diffusing and fading, it transformed into a blood-colored 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 receiving the Primordial One's grace for a long time, she had understood and accepted her fate since her birth.
Without hesitation, she leaped into the blood mirror. Although the power she encountered in that illusory city was related to the Primordial One, this did not mean that such a high-level corruption could be ignored.
Although her main body could escape corruption through death and revive herself within 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 white bones. The true Demoness of Gray came to one side of the altar, indifferently observing the scene formed by shattered mirror fragments before her:
The wantonly arrogant Flame Giant swung a blood-stained flag with scorching marks, brutally tearing apart the tapestry of civilization formed by hazy light. With joyous laughter, he vanished without a trace.
"This shouldn't be a true containment of the Uniqueness. How did Medici manage to do this?"
An unbelievably soft voice came from the mirror space below the altar. The Demoness of Gray's eyes moved, and she looked at the Demoness of Unaging who had spoken, responding coldly:
"You will know when you are one step closer to the Primordial One!"
"Also, has the container that escaped the sect's control still not been found?"
The Demoness of Orange, who had spoken earlier, instantly became silent. The Grade 0 Sealed Artifact she controlled came from the Tamara family and corresponded to an angel characteristic of the Door Pathway. Before the angel within the sect fell, she probably had no chance to be "one step closer to the Primordial One." 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 without any practical results..."
Glancing at the other higher-ups of the Demoness Sect around her, who were minding their own business, the Demoness of Orange gritted her teeth and finally added:
"That traitor must have received the Night's blessing!"
The Demoness of Gray withdrew her extremely oppressive gaze and spoke indifferently:
"The medium that the Primordial One left before falling into slumber, which allows for a temporary divine descent, must be found quickly. The frequency of the Primordial One's will awakening is increasing, and no mistakes can be made 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 can temporarily ignore him. However, forcibly mobilizing that power will cause him to suffer a backlash!"
Knowing that this task could not be avoided, the Demoness of Orange accepted it without hesitation. 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 untenable, escaping to save her life would be no problem at all.
After the few Demoness Sect higher-ups left, the Demoness of Gray came behind the white bone statue, watching her "Mirror Person" slowly dissolve in the churning blood pool. The prism-like light brought from the illusory city, losing its carrier, instantly surged into the white bone statue, making this special mirror world even more oppressive and terrifying.