...While struggling to keep up her last defense, Vinova prayed desperately to the Creator Goddess.
"My Goddess, please protect us..."
Vinova's voice was already filled with despair and even had a sobbing tone. The Alliance survivors around her who were depending on her barrier for their lives felt the same way - an atmosphere of grief and despair had completely covered them.
Fate was just that cruel. What they thought was a stable situation had somehow become near-total destruction.
Everyone kept praying for other reinforcements to show up and drive back that terrifying Abyssal Lord.
Unfortunately their prayers didn't bring hope but instead brought another crushing blow from the god of bad luck.
In this atmosphere of despair, a pleasant yet unnaturally cold voice suddenly reached everyone's ears, making them all feel like their souls had frozen and their entire bodies were trembling.
"Oh? There are still some fish that got away?"
?!!
Huh?!
That voice, that aura?!
