Squeak, squeak...
When an Angel, without restraint, reveals its mythic form and freely radiates its power, countless subtle rustling sounds suddenly arise in a sparse land located in a desolate mountainous area.
For the lowly creatures within the range of radiation, even without the ability to actively observe, they cannot escape the tragic fate of "losing control."
The flowers, grass, and trees that should have thrived in spring quickly wither and rot into sludge. Countless insects hatch from overwintering eggs, but regardless of their original species, they all hatch into one form—the "spiral cone fly."
In fact, this carnivorous, terrifying creature is the very foundation of the existence of the beloved [Crawler] and is a subordinate servant species of the "God of Rotting Flies."
Despite being in peril, Aiven couldn't help but be thankful that the final battlefield was chosen in this desolate area.
