An endless sense of oppression spread out.
The red Crescent moon hung over the city. The moonlight was red and cold, carrying a cruel feeling.
Under the Crimson Moon was the mountain-like monster of flesh and blood that was taller than the city, and the " God " who stood on top of the monster of flesh and blood, looking down coldly at the building ruins that had been piled up into a mountain and compressed by a great force.
In the air, there was a huge twisting force field. No matter who looked over, its figure was blurry.
In this dynamic world, it had a sense of peace.
It also seemed to be puzzled. Under such a " mountain, " all living things should be dead. It had been a long time since it had felt any movement from below. But in its perception, it found a sense of oppression. It was as if there was a certain emotion growing beneath the mountain. It made the air thicker, like the Crimson Moon in the sky, making it instinctively feel threatened.
