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In the midst of screams, the 'Bizarre' faces that the 'Mystic Side' could not avoid all became distorted.
What had it seen?
It had seen Arthur sitting cross-legged in a chair, his knees raised, his arms resting on them, a lazy look on his face as he gazed at the night sky.
It had seen, emerging behind Arthur, a figure in a pitch-black robe, holding a scythe...
'Death'!
The night wind had already ceased.
No!
To be accurate, the night wind died the instant that figure appeared.
Not just the night wind, but also the night sky, the moon, the stars, the earth, and everything else had died.
Because—
In the place where this figure stood, there was only Death, and there could only be Death.
This was the rule!
A rule above all things!
A rule that could only be countered by another rule!
Unfortunately, there were no other rules here!
Even the 'Bizarre' in front of it did not possess any rules; it was merely utilizing a very special 'Undying' rule.
