The power of the Devil can draw out all the negative emotions within humans, leading a beautiful fate toward a dark path, manipulating all hearts wantonly. They always do so, like the sum of all evil in the world, the ultimate embodiment of all malice, the antithesis of all goodwill and beauty.
Even though it was noon, the scorching sunlight failed to penetrate the darkness in the slightest. In the realm of shattered reality, everything was shrouded in a gray filter, shadows gradually stretching like twisted trees with claws.
Bologue could feel the ether saturated around him, the concentration so high that even without activating the Alchemy Matrix, the patterns on his arms still glowed faintly.
Black particles drifted in the air, converging to form a cloud that obscured vision. Looking further ahead, complete darkness blocked all light, resembling a pitch-black cave.
