A sharp glint of blade flashed, swiftly bisecting the "Fear Demon," a mass resembling an irregular chunk of flesh muttering eerie whispers. It quickly transformed into rising dust and still squirming residue.
However, more ominous presences continued to gather in the cave, bringing whispers potent enough to corrupt the minds of ordinary people and overlapped howling emerging from the depths of the ominous black gate—
More and more Profound Demons sensed the crack leading to the real world and were continuously invading through the gate—their invasion began triggering chain reactions across Holy Land Island and started altering the "environment" of the island.
Lucresia casually flicked off the dark remnants from her scythe and looked up with a solemn expression at the undulating "black gate," she intoned, "...I feel the 'atmosphere' of the island is changing."