177 [3-34] Bright anger covers the sky. (2/2)
The forest was screaming. It was the sound of creaking and twisting trees.
The trees, which had once been orderly and harmonious, were changing their shape from the edges.
They were twisting and turning, turning black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black. It was a precious color that the followers of the evil gods called ”new moon color.
The Great Spirit Tree spewed out a storm of miasma from the caves at its base and from the gashes that had opened up all over its trunk. It was like the smoke rising from the chimneys of a forge in a human city.
The thick ivy that had wrapped itself around the pathway like a spiral staircase dripped red juice like fresh blood, and grew rapidly, branching out in an absurd manner and entangling the Great Spirit Tree. It's as if it's sucking up evil nutrients from somewhere.
It was certainly horrifying to look at, but it wasn't limited to outward changes.
The blackened, deformed trees had been altered in some essential way.
The order of chaos laid down by the evil gods. Part of it.
A process of pre-arranged destruction.
It had metamorphosed into a cursed forest, slumbering in the dream of an apocalypse where all things will vanish into dust.
The wind stopped.
And then the wind stopped.
In the vast cave, there are elves scattered about.
Even the ...... non-combatants are still alive. The magic had no direct killing power.
But that doesn't mean that they were safe.
”Ugh. ......
”Hahahahaha ......!
”......aahhhh ......aahhhh ......
Groaning, coughing sounds.
Some lost their eyesight, some lost their voices.
Some lost their sight, some lost their voices. The pain that tormented their entire bodies made it impossible for them to even stand up, and they could only slump in their own blood.
The pure glow that had filled the cave of the Great Spirit Tree had vanished, and now a horrible darkness filled the area heavily.
The elves knew that it was essentially poisonous to them.
But they didn't run away because they simply couldn't even move.
≪”The Seventh Possession (Guoshiera Reinael).
Retribution to the world. The cry of the oppressed.
Its absolutely contaminated realm inscribes a brand of curse on the world. The evil that has defiled heaven and earth can only be vanquished by a miracle of equal or greater magnitude, or it will haunt for a thousand and ten thousand years.
It is a magic to prove to oneself that the tragedy that befell you was a mistake that should never have happened to this world.
It was the embodiment of a single person's anger, trampled like a feather.