Thump! Thump!

The serene illusion shattered violently. The sky erupted in a fury of thunder and rain, molten fissures ripped through the earth, and monstrous leviathans breached the ocean's surface.

However, this time was different. Before, it had been the "Evil Demon" inflicting an apocalypse upon the mind. Now, it was the Secret Guard who had actively unleashed a cataclysm across heaven and earth.

"You seem to know far more than Princess Lysdia should," the Secret Guard said, standing defiant against the howling storm as she unfurled the Book of Gospel. "If you think words alone can make me falter, you're sorely mistaken.

"I just need to confirm two things. First, that you are not Princess Lysdia, but a spirit deceiving and manipulating her. Second, that I must kill you to break free from this illusion.

"Submit to the judgment of the Gospel. To destroy your kind, to shatter the illusions ensnaring the princess, I will invoke the harshest punishment the Gospel can deliver."

Amid the world-ending chaos, the holy, solemn voice of the Gospel rang out with piercing clarity. Even as a prelude to execution, its melody seemed crafted to instill absolute despair in the condemned.

First came eight bolts of dark lightning, writhing like black serpents. These were the Eight Fangs, a Divine Miracle that had once pierced the depths of...