Twilight slowly rose to his feet, silently staring at the scene before him.
The buzzing mill looked like the gaping maw of a monster.
It seemed as if the air around it had come to a standstill.
Though there was no "sun" as a primary light source in the Underworld, the crystalline dome ceiling above shone brightly around the clock, without distinguishing between morning and night.
But Twilight inexplicably felt... a twilight atmosphere enveloping the surroundings.
Even though he didn't even know what a twilight atmosphere felt like, his instincts were telling him, urgently warning him—
—Do not go in.
Almost liquid fear seeped through his pores, making him feel the blood vessels at his temples on his forehead throb madly with an undefinable tension.
—Run fast.
In a daze, Twilight felt the air around him become thick and sickly sweet.
The world in front of him seemed to momentarily turn into a black and red silhouette, then instantly reverted back to its original state.
