Shattered wings and corpses, countless Bone Spears crumbling into ashen white snow.
Death Row tightly encases them, confining all this wickedness within.
Given its current strength, the monster should have fallen long ago, yet it remains standing. There is another forbidden force supporting it, undiminished by Death Row's isolation and the infection of the Anti-Meme.
"The Inexpressible..."
Ed Delun whispered of the root source of all hatred, gazing into the darkness ahead.
As if noticing his gaze, the darkness responded, scarlet hundred eyes opening in every shadowy corner.
Their gaze was like a crimson vortex, merely meeting them exerted immense mental pressure, chaotic hallucinations constantly flashing and leaping in front of him.
Ed Delun saw himself within them; he saw countless deaths of his own, and rotting, bloated corpses of himself.
Mosquitoes and maggots perched on the corpses, exuding a nauseating stench.
