'Either Louis XI's injuries are not severe, or the national laws are no longer strongly linked to the safety of the King and The Emperor,' Ivita thought. 'Louis XI claims to be the nation himself, but I fear the future of this country is increasingly becoming irrelevant to him.'
'Has he not realized this yet?!'
Ivita lifted her head to look into the distance, only to see changes occurring once again in the sky where The Great Lord of Black Death had been.
The Great Lord of Black Death, which used to be like a collection of tentacles, had now transformed into a massive beehive, swarming with countless alien insects. Anything that came into contact with it received an even more severe flesh curse.
In the past, only man-made objects such as clothing and furniture would turn into living creatures under the curse of the Black Death, but now soil, trees, and even oxygen were metamorphosing into peculiar insects from the radiation of the Black Death.