The black and white energies on the Enigma Chessboard erupted with even more terrifying power.
Although the dark mist gathered around Zalroth's throne was incredibly strong, in the face of the Enigma Chessboard, it was like a grandchild meeting their ancestor—completely unable to resist the primal fear it evoked.
The retreat was inevitable, and there was no turning it around.
The black and white energies on the Enigma Chessboard were mysterious and unfathomable.
One was forceful, the other gentle.
The black energy slowly spread out, dissolving the dark mist that had been blocking the way.
No matter how much the earth soldiers and demonic creatures hidden within the mist struggled, they couldn't reverse their fate of being obliterated.
Amidst their piercing screams, they quickly dissipated like smoke in the wind.
Meanwhile, the white energy seemed to transform into an unstoppable blade, sweeping through everything in its path.
