Without joy or sorrow, as if gazing at iron and stone, grass and trees.
The games and struggles of fools and simpletons, no matter how rampant and wanton, are but a joke... But to be shameless to such an extent, indeed, is excessively disturbing.
She reached out her hand, telling everything before her:
"Silence."
In that instant, dead silence descended suddenly.
Countless mercury threads, impossible to measure, rose to the sky, piercing the dark clouds, instantly dyeing the thunderous clouds silver-white.
Then, a silvery downpour descended from the gale and turmoil of the heavens.
Enveloping all, covering everything.
Heavy, cold, and cruel.
Mercury threads so fine they were hard to discern glimmered under the scattered light, amidst those tiny flashes, all the mutants and monsters visibly paused for a moment.
Following that, a hand formed by countless illusion lights curved and snapped its fingers.
Snap!
An invisible ripple spread out from the fingertips.
