Chapter 107: The Yellow Sign
The Nihil still loomed on the distant horizon, a crimson maelstrom of chaos and hunger.
Its vortex spun with violent intent, ejecting red hurricane-like tendrils that stretched across the sky. Each tendril writhed, their tips splitting into jagged, toothy maws that gnashed at the air as they surged forward.
Their target was not the Monochara bastion itself, but the ridge where Samael and Oizys stood, the source of whatever torment had roused the Nihil’s wrath.
Samael’s dress fluttered in the rising wind, her expression as flat as ever. "It seems like the Nihil’s rather mad," she remarked, her voice devoid of inflection, as if commenting on a minor inconvenience rather than an approaching storm of destruction.
Oizys, her shadowed fleshy tendrils coiled the periphery, preparing to retaliate in case that the hurricane protrusion reached them.
She kept her gaze fixed on the advancing threat. "For something that doesn’t show a single sign of intelligence," Oizys said, her tone edged with dark curiosity, "it sure has a great reactive instinct."
Her lips twitched into a faint, sadistic smirk, her eyes gleaming as the tendrils drew closer.
Samael tilted her head slightly, her fingers tracing idle patterns in the air. "I wonder still," she mused, "what kind deed Monochara—or someone within it—committed to make the Nihil this hellbent on reaching us. Most Nihils lack the focus to care, let alone the acuity to target anything with such effort."
As she spoke, she summoned fifty Limbo Tier Divine Constructs, their translucent forms shimmering into existence like ghosts on the ridge.
Behind them, her sole Lust Tier Divine Construct emerged, its towering frame radiating a quiet, ominous power.
Samael glanced at Oizys, her tone still casual. "Someone or something might have tapped it, puppeteered it to some extent."
"You don’t know what caused it? So much for your intelligent network."