In the Nightmare realm, beneath the gaze of a moon with a human-like face, Astr leaned against the window sill, observing his estate through the fluttering curtains.
The preparations were complete, the script rehearsed. Now, it was time to witness the fruits of their practice.
The countdown echoed: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1—00:00:00!
As the countdown concluded, ripples materialized at the manor's entrance, revealing numerous individuals donned in identical attire.
Upon opening their eyes and beholding the swaying crimson roses and the imposing mansion, their gazes widened, and jaws dropped.
"Damn! The detailing, it's so lifelike."
"It stings! Not much, though. Pinching yourself hard is like a mild jab."
"Hey hey hey! Time to loosen up~"
"Hmm~ Even the scent of soil feels authentic. This game is incredible."
