The dark carnival crushed the land of Purgatory, and insane laughter replaced the screams of fear.
Such a pathologically twisted scene, piercing through the screens of Black Abyss Arena, became deeply etched in the minds of the audience. An indescribable palpitation and panic took root in their hearts, a terrifying spiritual plague.
Every soulful onlooker felt a chill from head to toe, a gloom chillier than death itself, almost freezing their blood. Madness began to revive within them, and new knowledge unfolded in their hearts.
It was, in itself, unreadable.
That fear which squeezed into their minds existed only for an instant.
As black tentacles crawled onto the screens, the crystals and demon bats that transmitted the images of corruption also became part of this madness.
The images disappeared from the leather, and all contact with Hell Plane number six was completely severed.
Cold sweat began to form in the pores, leaving trails on the stiff skin.
