The red light radiating from the magic array engulfed Gon, casting a glow on the faces of those standing around. Gon clutched himself, screaming in pain, "You can't do this! So that's why you came here—to destroy our village!"
Drake scratched his ear, his tone bored. "How long is he going to keep up this act? He was the one who wanted to put us on the sacrificial altar in the first place."
But looking at his pitiful state—tears and snot running down his face—it was as if Drake's group were the real villains.
The red light from the magic array grew stronger and stronger until it formed a pillar of light shooting straight into the sky. Dark clouds churned, rolling in until the sky turned a blood-red hue. A black void emerged above, resembling a massive eye staring at humanity.
No—it was an eye. It squirmed and shifted, brimming with excitement and cruelty.
Gon was forced onto his back, lying on the ground, staring at that eye. He let out a desperate scream. "No, no!"
