"The Steam Legion is on the verge of collapse, but at least they have caused enough chaos. Look, the space is becoming more and more unstable.
The devil had crawled out of the ball of steam at some point.
Now that the moment of the final battle had come, he was less and less scared of being exposed. Instead, he condensed a raging black smoke and covered Gus's head.
As he expected, following the direction of the devil, Gus discovered that the dim sky was covered in lightning-like cracks.
In the depths of the cracks, there was no longer hollow whiteness but crimson blood.
It seemed that the entire sky was crying.
No. Not just the sky but also the ground. Phantom-like cracks were running everywhere, reaping lives like sharp blades.
Those who touched the cracks, be they the Iron Fist Legion or the Steam Legion, were weirdly sucked in. They did not even have the chance to scream before they vanished into the purest data.
