"Ha, the ignorant struggle of mortals, truly laughable."
Rose let out a hoarse laugh, the deep pools of her eyes releasing two crimson rays of light, while her eight menacing limbs ceaselessly wove something.
Soon, a gigantic spider web appeared in mid-air, filling every inch of space, intercepting even the moonlight arrows that lit the sky with ease.
"Pitiful mortals, you always see yourselves as heroes in the Bard's tales, not knowing that the power of fate lies in the hands of those great existences, and you—are just insignificant dust!"
"Your souls shall fall into the Abyss, torn into shards by the lowest, most greedy Inferior Devils! This is the outcome of defying the Mother Goddess!"
The blood-red web rapidly spread and expanded, gradually enveloping the sky atop the Holy Tree, at each node of the web, space warped and changed, with vortexes of the Abyss emerging one by one.
