The Divine Battle Ruins beneath our feet had already been devastated by the relentless battles, now shrouded in billowing dust.
In the vast pit, a shattered figure lay sprawled, dark muck seemingly alive, ceaselessly filling his body.
How much time had passed since then?
At this very moment, Beatrice, desperately suppressing the contamination within her, was almost going insane, unable to completely obliterate the person before her.
His power was clearly pitiful, unable to withstand even a single move before her, his human flesh nearly completely devoured by the black muck.
But why... why can't he be killed?!
For a swift resolution, Beatrice borrowed even more power from her true self.
As a penalty, the Evil God corruption that had tainted her true self now spread to this part of the Bright Moon Consciousness.
After numerous sacrifices and compromises, she had only one goal.