An image from antiquity existed in the minds of the people of the Moonrite Region, and it quickly became like a clap of thunder, ripping out with explosive force.8

The hearts and minds of all living beings were hit by massive waves of shock. The things they had seen today surpassed their understanding, toppled their thinking, and shook them down to their souls. Previously, they had been devolving from madness and despair into pure numbness. Previously, they had existed in an iciness as cold as death. But now... cracks appeared in that ice, and it was now poised on the brink of collapse.0

The blade that severed Crimson Mother’s head had also severed the fetters in their hearts! Or perhaps, if the fetters had not been completely severed, a chink had at least been cut in them.3

And underneath that gap was countless years of resentment and insanity. That breach... was extremely important!1

Although the image was a depiction of Crimson Mother in the past, before godly ascension... that didn’t matter. What mattered was that a myth had been shattered. What mattered was that Crimson Mother had once been mortal!...1