The man in the golden mirror still slept, and the figure who just crushed the two Ouroboros Serpent sat down cross-legged in midair and waited patiently.
The area where the Calamity God had vanished vibrated as a weird scream emerged from space, and it shattered. From within that space, a tiny red flame that resembled blood appeared and began to drift toward the golden mirror.
Although this flame was tiny, the presence of the Aura it carried was so dense that it defied meaning. Its passage left destruction in space and time, and it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
The fire was about to enter the golden mirror when the figure sitting down cross-legged made a gesture, and the flames paused, and no matter how it struggled, it was helplessly dragged towards his palm,
