The black mist spread silently, like a monstrous beast devouring the darkness.
The Fallen who fled into the mist suddenly let out terrified screams for no apparent reason.
"The Great Ruins! The Great Ruins are here!"
"We've been hit by the Great Ruins! Hahaha!"
"We're going to die!"
Their figures were gradually swallowed by the mist and then eerily disappeared, leaving no trace or sound behind.
Right before vanishing, their laughter was unsettling—like a neurotic fit of fear before death, or perhaps the relief of ultimate liberation. No one knew what they had encountered.
Everything fell into silence as the remaining Fallen disappeared with no sound.
In the stillness, only faint crawling sounds and the scratching of fingernails against the ground could be heard.
It seemed something was writhing within the mist.
Gu Jianlin narrowed his eyes, fully alert.
Cheng Youyu watched in terror: "Holy crap! What on earth is this 'Great Ruins' they were talking about?"
