Seijirou and the others watched with bated breath, the air around them humming with a frequency that vibrated deep within their marrow.
The Great God stood at the border of the town, a pulsating wall of emerald rot that seemed to be fighting its own gravity.
The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant, rhythmic tolling of a bell that no one could see.
Then, at that moment, a sound that wasn't quite a sound, like a psychic shriek that bypassed the ears and landed directly in the mind, resounded from the Great God.
The creature's massive form shivered, its many nodules expanding as it suddenly turned its towering body and attacked them with a violent, desperate intensity.
Seijirou moved instantly, his reflexes honed to a razor's edge as he grabbed Yuko by the waist and jumped, clearing several meters as a massive tentacle smashed the asphalt where they had been standing a microsecond before.
