"Go to Hell and repent."
Corey's voice gradually dissipated.
As he said, Ulu couldn't see anything; he could only feel that the darkness hid countless monsters, laughing, running, stripping the flesh from Ulu's body piece by piece.
Then Ulu fell to the ground.
Pain,
such pain.
The harm he had just done his utmost to inflict on Corey was nothing compared to a second in this darkness.
But he had tried his hardest.
He really did exert all his strength.
"Lord Visas."
"I am here."
He gently closed his eyes.
"Please,"
"set me ablaze."
...
Ulu stood in a pure white world, with a straight road ahead of him.
Though he didn't know why, he walked on this road, limping along.
The scenery by the roadside was pure white, but it wasn't completely so.
He could see blurry images, hear vague sounds.
It was the night he received a small box, sitting anxiously with a finger inside it.
He continued forward.
