Without a doubt, being "buried alive" was the most terrifying among the many disasters that befell the masses.
The surrounding "darkness" had a physical presence. It was like a malicious plastic bag, tightly sealing off your breath.
Above you was a weight impossible for human strength to overturn—this weight blocked any interaction between you and the air.
There was no space to move.
There were no elements to sustain life.
Humanity's pride in "imagination" and "creativity" turned into instruments of torture. In the darkness, "creativity" prophetically constructed scenarios of "death." Humans would imagine someone walking by just a few meters away, never knowing that there was a tormented soul lingering here...
Yuki had almost woken up under such circumstances.
However, he could still hear sounds.
It was the sound of crying.
He felt softness in his chest, but his stomach was in severe pain—it was the result of being punched.
