It hurtled onward!
「Meanwhile.」
Within the encampment.
The Unicorn People 'Messenger' was in the center of the encampment, gazing at the distant Naisel City, which was shrouded in the faint, hemispherical glow of the Elemental Array.
A torrential downpour assaulted the city, looking as if it might tear it down at any moment.
Seemingly bored, it lowered its head and surveyed the camp. Wraiths writhed and shrieked at each other, emitting piercing Spirit Sounds. The thick aura of death that filled the air was, to it, as sweet as nectar.
'The Era of Earth has ended. Everything will converge at the apocalypse—the living are here, and so are the dead.'
It stared at the Undead before it and muttered to itself, 'Of the forty-two Shelter Cities in the world, thirteen have already fallen. My God has recovered his 'Near God' power... As long as we find what was left behind in the Main Divine Hall, his return to the Divine Realm is just around the corner.'
