In the Dark World's Plain of despair, outside of the Pandemonium Fortress, an unbearable war of weeping sorrow sifted through the darkness.
Abel felt his heart tense. The more he stayed, the more he understood how the powerful professionals must have felt—no wonder this place was called the plain of despair.
There was no life--only countless weeping souls.
Black Wind's legs were filled with black dusk, and it was not happy about it.
Not just Black Wind, but Abel's other summons were also irritated by the dust. Even Flying Flame, who could fly, was still bothered by the dust dancing all around its wings.
Frankenstein Flashed towards 4 twitching corpses on a tree and chopped them in half with his spirit sword to free the weeping souls within.
Abel saw the 4 grey souls floating out and turn white. His heart was lifted for a moment.
