The sky wasn’t something that could be torn apart. How could the atmosphere thousands of kilometers above the ocean and clouds be torn? Large scale weather phenomena were trivial compared to the real extent of the sky. The days of fearing lightning as the wrath of God had already passed.

“Crazy!”

No, it was just an illusion. Theo looked up at the distant sky and couldn’t help cursing. As a magician who explored the laws of the physical world, he couldn’t believe the sight he was seeing. Who was it that contacted him in an urgent tone? Alucard?

The knee jerk reaction was indeed accurate. The sky was torn.

It was almost nine in the morning, but the sky where Nídhöggur stopped the sunrise was still dark. Unlike the moonlit sky filled with stars, this was a darkness that didn’t allow any light to be seen. Unfortunately, Nídhöggur was the one who made this darkness, and Hraesvelgr was going against it.

――――――――――――!!

At this moment, lightning struck, and the world turned white.

“Urgh, again!”

The ground and the sky shook. Despite knowing it was an illusion, Theo couldn’t help reacting to it. It was a feeling caused by the trembling of the dimensional system caused by the two transcendents. The...