Under the grace of the Radiant One, this island served as a shield, blocking all the world's evils and chaos.
The brilliant barrier had stood as proof of that sanctity.
Julius had believed with certainty that it could never be broken—but that belief had just been completely shattered.
He could not forget the moment when the shining barrier exploded with a deafening roar.
The scene replayed in his mind.
At first, there had been only a faint disturbance in the distance.
Then, the sky darkened.
He had sensed something approaching—an ominous presence—but couldn't identify what it was.
All he could do was watch as an inexplicable, foreboding shadow cast itself over the island, radiating a force that seemed poised to devour everything.
What reached toward the barrier was a black shadow.
It appeared alive, tendrils like tentacles extending from a single figure, whipping in all directions to strike the shield.
