Mikhail Archbishop

Mikhail Archbishop surveyed the Banquet Hall, which was utterly consumed by battle, unable to hide his bewilderment.

*Where in the world did those Monsters come from?*

*Monsters shouldn't be appearing in a banquet hall like this,* he thought, finding their sudden emergence perplexing. Moreover, it wasn't just one or two; an uncountable number poured out, which was equally baffling. As he tried to ascertain their nature, he belatedly realized that the Monsters were, in essence, Demonkind.

*Demonkind... Demonkind,*

Demonkind are alien beings that arise from Negative Emotions. They typically only form when Humans are pushed to their absolute limits and then further overwhelmed by Negative Emotions, so their numbers shouldn't be this high. Yet, despite being significantly weaker than typical Demonkind, the sheer quantity emerging was quite puzzling.

*Weak and numerous,* he considered.

The moment he reached this conclusion, he could easily deduce their true identity.

*Monsters from Rifts.*

He didn't know why Rifts, which usually appeared only in The North or on the Front Line, were here. But one thing was certain: someone capable of creating Rifts was present. As he arrived at this conclusion, he hurried his steps to relay this information to the Cardinal.

Just then, a voice called out to him from afar, and Black Masses began raining down on him. It wasn't an exaggeration; massive Black Masses poured down on him as if it were raining...