When the master switch was pressed,
at first glance, there was no change. However, on a deeper level, the change had already begun to spread.
Yadasai, who had been smashed against the wall, was finally able to move after being immobile for a long time.
But it was too late.
Closing its eyes, within its spiritual sense, the surrounding patterns of light danced frantically; everything had already reached the point of no return.
Yadasai walked out of the pit in the wall, its eyes filled with helplessness and rage. It was all too aware that the act of pressing the master switch was an irreversible operation, and what was to come would be a nightmare spreading throughout all of Lassudral.
What made it feel most powerless was that in this moment, which would decide the survival or destruction of Lassudral, it could only act as a spectator, unable to participate or turn the tide.
After all, was this not a gambit of the Demon Gods, far beyond its control?