the veil rose carried by the wind.
Kouta had felt the pressure of death constantly emanating around him.
awakening in him the deep feeling of falling if he got close enough.
The beast in its struggle for the ascension of the kingdom of God freed the captive souls from its structure—as an army made purely of malevolent shadows—they attacked the world and the children of prophecy.
. "what is …?"
Freya was surprised at the sudden apparition that burst before them.
like a parasite invasion from an apocalyptic world
. "The Rejects of the Beast"
Nisha the goddess of wind—holder [of the all-seeing eyes] had pierced the very structure of shadows.
they were personalities absorbed by the shadow expansion of the beast during its materialization.
corrupted by the malicious particles of the beast - the unique data of each soul has been mutated into a connecting body - with the physical - thus transforming the intangible into the tangible.
defying the cause of dimensions.
being known as pseudo—personalities devoid of consciousness and thought—so the sole purpose is to carry out the given command.
among the personalities created by the azure beast —there were those who stood out for their profound existences.
defining itself under the aspect of unique design.
due to their strong opposition to the beast's memorial destruction - their souls and self-awareness were preserved.
They represent the elite of the shadow army created by the beast.
" impossible.."
Kouta's eyes were trembling — The worst enemy he could have faced stood before him.
So his existence was annihilated by the light of the purgatory of the beast.
the incarnation of death observed the world around him.
faces with familiar features could be recognized.
The faces of those who had dared to oppose him and his beliefs.
a black mist escaped from his mist body in the form of a sound wave. crossing the space which would die under the contact of the particles of death infused within the very cloud of its darkness.
Kouta instantly summoned the intangible shield " kaga—mi no ya—tagami" which shattered after sticking with the sound mist.
"Kouta!?.." the former hero who saved the world from king baal, one of the four generals of the demonic world _ was worried about the fate of kouta _ the one who had protected him from the ambient temperature of the star glowing.
His first intention was to fly to his aid _ But he was busy blocking the expansion of sound waves released by the black mist. Excalibur Artaria - a sword forged in the acre of the gods - capable of cutting through all conceptualization - struggled to stand up to the mist that came from death.
"guh..!" He felt like he was being pushed back by this dark and abstract force.
failure was not an option—he knew that.
If the expansion of the cloud of death extends to its end — it will reach the lives of these friends.
" Guooh !!*"
in a cry of justice - akuta proportionally increased the level of flow of the dha—amic flow in his arm before transmitting it to the blade of excalibur which became shimmering.
"…?" The structure of the sword attracted the regard of the incarnation of death.
In a high-frequency clapper sound the sonic mist disappeared from the world —
akuta was exhausted _ his breathing was ragged — manipulating the flow of dharma was much more difficult than he thought.
if the incarnation of death were to release an attack of this type _ he would be unable to lift a finger.
"a divine sword uh!?" the shadow of death instantly teleports in front of akuta - transgressing the concept of distance.
the sudden appearance of this silhouette made of shadow and mist took akuta's breath away .
the entity before him was beyond Human conception.
His ragged breathing increased - he felt like he was running out of breath - like he was being crushed by an oppressive, abstract force.
a strong, deep feeling emerged in his chest pulsing his heart at highly high frequencies.
Fear invades him.
deep in his soul — in his being. The feeling of dying if he even blinked.
the presence of the black mist was too heavy for him.
For Akuta it was the first time he felt such a feeling of helplessness.
" Has ilhmir come down?"
the sword Excalibur that akuta carried resembled the one forged by ihnard — to end the war between the gods.
It is part of one of the branches of. aziluth which can harm the original conception of a god.
"..!?"
akuta didn't understand the words that came out of the black mist's mouth — those senses of reality had all faded away to make way for the unique feeling of "fear."
"its existence is heresy"
a brownish glow condenses on his hand.
He was about to destroy Excalibur—Artaria.
The sword of divine light forged in the sacred acre of the ancient gods.
a column of mist instantly forms - killing the energy rays released by Seth.
the mist man cut off his course to destroy Excalibur.
His flaming, bright red gaze turns towards Seth, leaving a trail of glow in his wake.
The impudent person who had dared to attack him.
"this sword is precious to us... I will never let you destroy it"
these twin revolvers pointed in the direction of the black mist.
Seth was unaffected by the weight of his presence or the fear it brought upon the soul.
it was because of his materialized angelic power.
and their unique ability to alter the emotions of its user—depriving them of unnecessary emotions such as "fear of death" or oppression.
Holders affected by a regularization of their angelic powers materialized by the origin can be possessed by the dark side of their links and become machines without morality.
"An aziluth..!?" The shadow was disturbed, the individual in front of him could maintain his being despite his presence.
His gaze examined Seth's twin revolvers.
They look like aziluth but were not.
a weapon forged by Ilhmir could have passed through the barrier of mist.
the shadow did not understand the existence of Seth's weapons. Having become suspicious by nature during his previous fight, he decided not to take any risks.
To avoid his doubt and draw a conclusion he created an enormous sphere of dark aura on the palm of his hand.
If these twin weapons are truly creations of Ihmir then they will easily be able to get rid of an attack of this level.
The mist sphere was growing visibly larger - infused with death particles that could reduce all durability to 'zero'.
"you lost yourself in the darkness carried away by the temptation of the beast"
Nisha looked at the two veiled figures in front of her.
She could easily recognize them by following the traces of their divine aura.
" Lost ?" Taken again one of the veiled figures.
"that is a very bad term my dear" the two figures spread their arms wide simultaneously - the veil which served as a hiding place fled away carried away by the shock waves of the black sphere of the shadow of mist.
"we have experienced the Renaissance—absolute forgiveness"
their gazes filled with ecstasy and self-recognition shone in this world tinged with chaos.
"you have lost your mind - hoped that such a malevolent creature could grant salvation..."
Nisha got into a fighting stance — spirals of wind floated over both hands creating huge shockwaves.
"you have fallen very low for the gods"
Wind Goddess Nisha's mind was clear—denied her physiology as protective gods equates to ruling her existence to her reason for being.
Being fueled by constant negative emotion could bring "kishin" to life.
The Heresy of the Kingdom of the Gods
Kagutsuchi the god of fiery flames and Raijin the gods of lightning were on this path.
That of becoming oneself a being filled with malice - a kishin - the element which once sparked a war between the deities.
The existence of a kishin could not be tolerated. The leaves of wind that twirl on Nisha's hands take the form of two entities made of pure wind.
one of them was a woman with long hair and a body made of wind - her eyes glowing emerald green were the only difference to her body.
Next to them was a man made of wind lines as well - his muscular body formed of wind lines was in a stunning shape - these violet colored eyes shone within the cluster of his wind body like a caught jewel in a hurricane.
"You who abandoned us — do not judge us!!"
Raijin in a state of anger - unleashes a zone of lightning several kilometers long, striking unrestrainedly everything he was inside.
"Fight by protecting them—them who are so precious to you."
Raijin laughed brightly as he watched his deluge of golden lightning strike the children of the prophecy—scattering the shadows covering the Ground.
"uh..!?"
Raijin was surprised. None of these airstrikes bore any fruit.
shields of several structures enveloped its firing zone.
"What?.."
They were all fighting alongside Nisha.
building their own shields before combining them with each other.
This is how they were able to block the devastating Avalanche of the god Raijin.
"I am not alone and I will never give in to malice."
Nisha's words had reached the hearts of these companions.
They all smiled while maintaining their protection.
Kurui—lyra—paimon and kami sama.
They were all burning with resolutions.
ready to join the battle.