The entire city of Dorne was enshrouded in an aura of fear.
As if arising from some special resonance in the dark, the moon in the sky suddenly turned blood-red. Countless eldritch shadows squirmed in the dim corners, seeming like they were trying to break through the boundary of reality, descending into the real world amidst the deathly fear awakened by the offspring of the Moth Mother.
Order is the most crucial defense of the real world, yet this defense is gradually being torn apart with the arrival of those from the old days. Some monsters from the Spirit Realm Plane were drawn by the scent of fear and are now closing in.
Clang!
