As if it were a hell without form, in the murky darkness where no sunlight could penetrate, there came an indescribable booming noise.
In an instant.
The entire dark space seemed to tremble along with it, resonating.
It was as if the owner of the voice was the unimaginable dark prison itself.
However, as vast as the voice was, it contained not a hint of holiness; on the contrary, it was filled with ominous and illusory breaths.
Moreover, upon closer listen, the voice somewhat resembled the shrieks and whispered conspiracies of countless unimaginable fierce ghosts and strange creatures right beside one's ear.
The cacophony was enough to make one's skin crawl.
At the same time, with the rise of this voice.
In the dark night that blocked out the sky and sun.
One could vaguely perceive an unimaginable figure intermittently appearing within the rolling black mists, not fully revealed, yet even a mere hint of its outline was shocking enough to astonish the world.
