Above their heads, the azure sky, clear with drifting white clouds, suddenly darkened as if day had turned to night in an instant.
Boom…
Sounds like a mountain collapse or a tidal wave echoed through the universe, as if the ground had sunk and the sky had toppled.
Dimly visible was a gargantuan, murky hand composed of countless human hands, resembling a vast cloud of darkness.
Some hands bore calluses of craftsmen; others, caked with dirt between fingers and on cracked skin, seemed to belong to farmers…
Some held iron, bamboo, or jade archer's thumb rings, revealing their origins as skilled archers and prolific scholars…
They bloomed like flowers, in clusters and bunches.
In their palms, each had a blood-drenched mouth, gaping in hunger, drooling a foul stench, as if they could never be sated.
They roared incessantly:
"Hungry! Hungry!..."
"Give it to me! Give it to me!..."
It was enough to make one's scalp tingle and body shudder uncontrollably.
