From outside, it appeared as if it were just a smooth veil draping the county of Crescenda.
However, from within, it was trembling even just with the presence of Raum Marbas.
The ground had long ceased to resemble a town's floor. Sones were turned into dust, fused into jagged plates by head and force.
Cracks ran in every direction; some were hollow, some were deep enough to be mistaken for cliffs.
In the centre of the dome, the rift still existed, but none of the men trapped within the dome paid attention to it.
At the very edge of that destruction, Janus was standing still.
Both hands resting forward, fingers slightly curled, holding a magic circuit in his palm, and constantly strengthening the barrier.
And a little far from him, Ymir and Raum stood facing each other.
Raum's attitude was different this time.
Marbas are the warriors of the demon kin.
Their code of conduct states, be a warrior before claiming yourself to be a demon.
