At the same time, in a certain mysterious space.
This is a barren black land, devoid of any vitality, as if containing endless curses.
In the center of the land stands a spine-chilling white bone tree. Its entire body is composed of eerie white bones, with a trunk as thick as a giant's leg bone pieced together, surface covered with fine cracks, yet exuding an invincible quality.
The twisted branches are like massive finger bones, stretching out in all directions, with sharp ends like claws, as if ready to devour people at any moment.
Every branch has no leaves, only ghastly white joints reflecting a cold sheen in the dim light, occasionally entwined with strands of black mist, adding to the eerie aura.
