The world outside the borders of Roy's territory was the polar opposite of the raging field of flames and corruption.
It was as though the damage spread by corruption was prohibited from extending its vile grasp beyond the territory.
In truth, this was all because of the unseen dimensional barrier that prohibited outsiders from intervening in a territory calamity. It seemed it also stopped the calamity from affecting the outside world.
Above the dense canopies of trees, two groups stood, spectating Roy's territorial struggle.
"What the hell is that thing???" Larry couldn't help but ask in horror as he gazed at Belzebub.
The others remained silent — none holding an answer, but all sharing the same horror.
Despite the distance and dimensional separation, they could still feel the heaviness of the vile presence of the Hand.
Especially the moment the creature forced its way through the crack — their breath seized at that sight.
