"Don't cry,"
"Don't cry,"
"The one who cries will be fed to flowers."
In the vast and dark cave, in an extremely open space, cries of fear and grief filled the air.
Under the mountain wall, nearly a hundred people, young and old, dressed in simple clothes, were tied up and thrown to the ground. Their expressions were miserable and they could only helplessly wail.
Around them, there were dozens of man-eating flowers with jagged teeth, all of them with their mouths wide open, drooling.
On the other side of the cave, there was a huge stone pit that took up two-thirds of the entire cave. It was filled with a red, boiling, and foggy liquid. The red fog was released from this place through a tunnel above the cave wall and gurgled out.
In the middle of the stone pit and the corner, there was a high platform. A middle-aged man in cotton clothes and a Black Crown was standing on the platform. He looked quite kind and had a warm smile on his face.
