There existed such a plane unnoticed by the Divine Spirits—it should have been used in absolute secrecy, moving people in bit by bit!
But now, it's all too late.
"Everything is over." King Senya closed his eyes in despair, praying to the Goddess with his dying breath, yet, as always, received no answer from her.
The Forest Goddess was barely able to save herself.
Yet after closing his eyes for just a moment, King Senya suddenly sensed that something was off.
Because, everything was deathly quiet.
The Divine Power of one god had utterly vanished, while the Divine Power of another seemed to tremble faintly.
King Senya instinctively opened his eyes—and what he saw was a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
A god—in terror!
Yes, terror!
Everyone could clearly see: Necros, the God of Disease, was staring fixedly at the spatial rift shrouded in Gray Mist, his whole form shaking violently, as if he had witnessed some unspeakable horror!
