At the beginning, it was just a wailing in the raging wind, like intermittent cries and sobs, heralding signs of malevolence.
But when the bottle covered with cracks completely shattered, boundless darkness boiled and soared into the sky at that moment, like a vortex gushing, as if the substantial Mutated Pollution rose to the heavens, merging into this cruel and narrow world.
And then, everything became radically different.
When the last sliver of light was completely obscured, even the flashing lightning within the clouds could not illuminate the darkness ahead; only the shrill wind echoed back and forth among the dead silent mountains.
Even the Disaster Beasts huddled within the caves, unwilling to reveal themselves, or perhaps they felt threatened...
The once overwhelming curtain of heavy rain had somehow begun to thin out, yet no warmth or respite was in sight. The pitter-patter of the rain carried increasingly strange cries, falling like tears.
