Chapter 147 - Already Dead

Inside the black and white shadow realm, the bloody mud that constantly surged out from the black smoke looked as though it was alive and tumbling. They were constantly flowing out from the smoke but would constantly vanish. They would never be able to extend further than the black smoke. They were like some kind of disgusting, bone-chilling mollusks. While they were flipping around, they would constantly emit a distracting and strange turbid sound. In the beginning, Gawain thought the sound was a normal sound produced when the mud was flipping around. However, he quickly realized that the rumbling sound was like a mutter that could be heard when someone was dreaming. It was impossible to hear any logical information form the evil and chaotic sound; it merely brought fear, frustration, and disturbance.