However, Owen Bertram knew very well that this was not just a well opening; it was a crack through which this world had been torn apart!
On the other side of the crack, it was impossible to tell where it led, but from within the gap came a terrifying sensation of falling and sinking. It seemed that no matter what entered – physical entities, souls, or even a wave or a ray of light – once they entered the gap, they would just keep falling, never reaching the bottom!
Somehow, Owen Bertram suddenly thought of a place: Hell?!
The Abyss?!
Netherworld?!
Yet from such a place, a gray-black claw suddenly reached out. Owen Bertram's perception of the gap immediately changed, as if an immense force was attempting to spit out the owner of this claw!
But soon after the first claw emerged, a second, a third, and a fourth followed... Countless claws stretched out in quick succession.
