"Am I beautiful?"
Just as the Sublimator was taken aback, she took another step forward and asked again.
A sinister aura rose, spreading faintly, obscuring the light of the setting sun.
She took yet another step forward, her voice becoming sharp. "Am I beautiful!"
"What the hell is this thing!"
The Sublimator, unable to bear the eerie atmosphere any longer, clenched his Short Knife and charged forward. Then he saw... the woman pulling down the mask covering her face.
Immediately after, a hair-raising chewing sound came from the alley.
At this very moment, as the last rays of dusk faded, strange shadows emerged from the darkness. Demons, famished, roamed in search of prey.
They were already impatient.
Amidst countless sharp wails, the darkness outside this narrow Hell began to boil and rise, threatening to engulf everything.
The omen had already been revealed.
The long night was upon us.
It took a long, long time before Huai Shi recovered from his initial shock.
