Chapitre 165: CLXV. Q.

"You… you bastards! You're going to doom us all! The Hypercollision will send us all to a fucking destiny worse than hell! And so will that goddamn cursed Nihil! You've ruined it all!" The Patriarch cursed, with blood still spilling from his face. His face was so incredibly pale that Vanilla could see the veins below his skin wrinkly. His greybeards were all covered by coagulating blood and mud.

"...Maybe us. But not you. You'll meet something worse than hell now and avoid that destiny," The mysterious female finally spoke. Her voice was confident yet soft, yet It had a peculiar accent of bitterness and fear that Vanilla recognized very well.