In fact, the Dark Moon existed for only the span of a single breath.
By the time the icy veil, along with everything within it, had utterly withered and shattered, it had already silently vanished.
This peak eruption under the Burning Frost Effect was undoubtedly far more dazzling and ethereal than the original version, but its brutality had not diminished in the slightest.
Under the surging tide of mist, the abandoned pawns had already packed tightly around the square, faintly resembling walls of flesh and blood.
Hissing, wailing, sobbing, even the cries of infants—every kind of bizarre sound seized and chilled the soul.
Yet whether armor, chunks of flesh, or even Harriet herself charging forward from behind, they were utterly defenseless against that horrific slicing force.
A rounded, seemingly perfect spherical interior wall was forcibly carved out of the circle of flesh and blood.
