The small world reflected in the cup had now completely turned into a hell brimming with fresh blood.
Indescribable blood monsters continuously bit, sliced, ground, pricked, pierced, and crushed—
As though hell itself were manifested in the human world.
It was only at this moment that the players finally realized... the transcendent power held by the saints was an absolute military force capable of destroying a nation.
To mortal beings, their mighty power was almost indistinguishable from that of deities.
It was as if the entire world had come to life, striving with all its might to destroy someone.
Even faced with a dragon, there would be brave souls who dared to raise their swords—but only a madman, crazier than Don Quixote, would charge against a storm or a tsunami.
