In the depths of the Deceit Prison.
Bright red blood flowed across the ground, surrounded by severed limbs and scattered remains, forming a hell forged from the bones of the dead. Suspended in midair, the head of a long-haired woman hung above, connected to the walls by more than a dozen blood vessels that merged with the mutated flesh embedded in the stone. Her six eyes were tightly shut, immersed in a deep slumber.
Suddenly,
The long-haired woman's head slowly opened its eyes, her gaze turning outward. In a voice sharp and gravelly, layered with the malice of countless whispers, she sneered, "The symbol of 'War'? Has another god descended onto this 'Fate'-shrouded world?"
...
Elsewhere.
"This aura... what's happening?"
"Damn it, is it happening again?"
"No, no, wait—it's coming from Zhou's direction. It seems he's chanting the full sacred name of a 'god'."
"If it's Zhou, then we should be fine."
