——That news began to circulate only a few days ago.
"In multiple regions overseas, groups worshipping a mysterious entity known as 'Nox' as a god are rapidly increasing."
"They uniformly claim that submission to Nox is the salvation of humanity—"
The people in the city cast anxious glances at the news playing on the television.
In this city, everyone still thought of it as "something happening in a far-off country."
Until that evening.
——The sky turned purple.
Massive halos appeared in layers from beyond the clouds, covering the entire city.
The next moment.
Sound vanished.
Every person in the city stopped moving, as if pulled by something.
And then——
"...Lord Nox..."
Someone whispered.
One person.
Then another.
People began to slowly drop to their knees.
There was no time to resist.
In the squares, on the roads, in the stations, inside the buildings.
The humans in the city knelt one after another, everyone staring in the same direction.
At the end of their gaze.
With a purple halo behind him and silver hair swaying, a non-human entity descended.
Nox.
He looked over the kneeling people and smiled with satisfaction.
Nox
Yes. ...Good.
It was a quiet voice.
With just that, the surrounding people bowed their heads even deeper.
Nox
This place is mine now, too.
He looks around as if confirming the city itself as his property.
Humans are truly honest, aren't they? Just a little touch, and they obey so beautifully.
At that moment.
His gaze suddenly stopped.
While every human in the city was kneeling—one person alone had not completely lost consciousness.
Their body wouldn't move.
They couldn't make a sound.
Even so, only their eyes were moving.
Nox watched that figure for a while.