"Ghaa—!"
The squid floating in the air waved its tentacles, emitting a moan reminiscent of a blue whale's song.
A pair of murky eyes gazed down upon the entire forest, and the thick fog that had been dyed red seemed to become a sea under which it soared freely.
It was the monster known as the "Nightmare Wanderer."
Like a heart-devouring demon.
Under normal circumstances, they only existed in legends!
The four-armed monster kept emerging from scarlet egg sacs, intertwined with some bizarrely twisted mutants.
That profane image was like a pure nightmare.
It also resembled the apocalyptic scene depicted on the murals of confessional rooms in the Holy City's cathedral!
The cracks were constantly expanding.
An oppressive aura enveloped the entire Mist Forest.
Gradually, not just the residents of Mist Town, but also the demons outside the small towns, were being linked by the "red strings of fate," turning into eggs that nurtured Chaos.
