"————"
Time had stopped.
It certainly wasn't because Reiger had used some time magic.
When the pitch-black monster with deer antlers emerged from the sea, and under the escort of countless Mors, slowly made its way towards Norwich, every surviving life in Norwich—be it human or fairy—found themselves unable to move without exception.
"Ah... Ah..."
Someone wept while standing as still as a wooden chicken, their mouth wide open in a scream.
"Guh..."
Some appeared to have been attacked mentally, vomiting on the spot.
Some screamed belatedly.
Some ran desperately as if caught in a nightmare.
Only the Mors squirmed on the streets of Norwich, their bodies undulating as if to welcome something. Their movements and frequency gradually synchronized into a bizarre spectacle.
In such a situation, even Altoria, Matthew, Da Vinci, Tristan, and the others stood still, staring at the pitch-black monster with deer antlers, their bodies beginning to shake uncontrollably.
