And deep within the entire [Ghostly Mire], a massive city built of countless gray tombstones the size of human heads, where numerous red-eyed death crows roost on its bastions, stands silently within the ever-present black fog.
"Dong——"
When the sun in the Realm of the Dead reaches the sky's zenith, that cold and deathly "sunlight" descends, slightly dispersing the dense fog in the mire, and a sharp, piercing bell sound like a brittle bell suddenly emanates from the center of [City of Regret].
"Is it time?"
As if activated by the bell, the ghosts wandering aimlessly in the dark fog are all "awakened" by this piercing sound, turning their heads toward the deepest part of the Ghostly Mire.
"It is time."
"It is time!"
"It is time!!!"
