The creature's hard looking, dark body, dotted with eyes of different colors that made his skin crawl, looked to him as if it was wrapped entirely in flames.
Completely red breathing in the red-stained air around it and at the same time spewing out more of that same red.
The color worn by the apex of monsters whose bodies were solidified, corrupted magic power.
So this red light must truly be corrupted magic power, natural magic that had been twisted into something else.
Even though it was midday, the whole world was covered in a sunset-like red gradient because an enormous amount of corrupted magic power still filled the air.
But inside that red, he could sense something else if he focused.
Those black, shining grains.
They floated beside him in the air, on the ground far below him, scattered through the rubble, and also near Somnus who was staring up at him in shock, still gripping Polyxia by the back of her neck with his left hand.
…Ah, so that's it… this is… me—…
