"So, now you know... you've committed a taboo!"
"Even I must flee, and you, a mere mortal, will be devoured instantly by the terrifying omen."
The Pigeon God's voice was heavy and hoarse; it never expected things would turn out this way.
The feathers it left behind have become such variables, compelling the touch of taboo.
It cannot blame a mortal, as it is a God, and those were its feathers left behind.
Now, it feels the true ominous approach quickly across space!
"It's coming."
At this moment.
It said solemnly: "The ominous is coming."
The surroundings are twisting, the originally resplendent palace interior now seems to be frozen.
The walls can be seen filled with colors, gradually being enveloped by black and white.
Engulfing from all directions.
In the midst of twisted black and white, indescribable horrifying shadows linger, that uneasy feeling... chills to the bone.
Pigeon God