Below the Red Moon, a cool breeze blew gently.
It silenced all the roaring between heaven and earth, as if the myriad colors of the sky had been frozen onto a scroll. All the surrounding lights and shadows converged, leaving only the bizarre girl with white hair and a red dress, her sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind.
Time hadn't stopped.
But the Ox Demon of mythology, who kept morphing and attacking the Black Armored Corps' king of flesh and blood, had almost come to a halt.
What... what's happening?
The Ox Demon engrossed in battle hadn't paid too much attention to his surroundings, but the king of flesh and blood was observant.
He had felt humiliated and had fiercely resolved to take down the Black Armored Corps, to reassert the might of myth.
Myth was not something the ordinary could contend with.
He firmly believed that.
Even though he hadn't breached the defenses of this unique corps despite going all out, he believed... he believed...
