An ominous wind howled from afar, and the demonic voices thundered through the sky, as if a tide of dark clouds pushed forward, oppressively dark.
In their midst appeared an endless number of sorcerers, flickering in and out of the demonic wind like phantoms!
With withered hair and haggard looks were the Curse Technique Masters, some controlling ink-black zombies, others manipulating ghostly resentful spirits as dull as snow. Various evil creatures swirled around them, as if they were lords of the underworld.
The Tattooed Charm Masters bared their chests, their bodies covered in tattooed charms and seals. Their faces wore expressions of wrath, and their eyes bulged in fury, resembling the fierce, ominous deities of legend.
