Dacryons transform and confront swarms of insect-like fallen infants on the twilight riverbed. "At this time, we still... never imagined something like that would happen..."

The surrounded Dacryons are restrained by sticky saliva sprayed on them. Tentacles lick all over their bodies, crawling into every hole, eventually inserted into their genitals and violently stirred.

The three roll around covered in semen, feeling abnormalities in their bodies. Their eyes are vacant and twitching. Then, as obscene crests light up on their lower abdomens, their feelings are heightened, and they can no longer suppress those emotions.

"And finally, the moment had come."

Having been trapped in a world inhabited by fallen angels and monsters in a miserable state, there was the figure of the Fallen Holy Mother, the progenitor of all.