Tick tock~ Tick tock~
Viscous blood dripped from the gaps onto the platform.
Countless pitch-black bones constructed a black high platform, with skulls of various sizes quietly hanging upside down at the top, as if observing everything at this moment.
Snow-white leather was pasted on the surrounding walls, and the texture of this leather was quite peculiar, delicate yet giving an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Three gigantic thrones were laid flat on the platform.
Rustle!!!
In front of the thrones, ghostly flames ignited one by one, illuminating the three figures on the thrones.
Their bodies were shrouded in massive robes.
The figure on the far left wore a gray robe, exuding an incomparably peaceful and gentle aura, making anyone who saw him instinctively lower their guard.
Wanting to pour out all the hardships they had encountered to him.
A compassionate eye was engraved on his robe, its gaze moist, as if about to shed tears.
