It was a true doomsday scene.
Black spheres appeared simultaneously across the world, along with dragon heads chanting an eerie melody.
No one knew what was happening, no one could explain why.
People only understood it as an abnormal phenomenon, a dangerous thing to avoid, yet no one could think or take action.
Thinking or acting—all was meaningless and unnecessary.
Before comprehending this, doomsday arrived.
Countless black spider webs spilled from the dragon's mouth, veiling the sky, drifting towards the ground.
They weren't actual threads, nor were they material.
They were high-density arrays of magical formations, proliferating at an abnormal speed through curses that were persistently constructed, written, and activated by the 'song', dispersing across the world.
The bewitched rain of curses surged towards the world.
