A disaster can begin like a farce, but it will never end like one.
The ending comes in two forms.
Bad and worse.
Just when most people thought the situation had reached its limit at this point.
...
In the ethereal Spirit Realm.
A blue bull with tiger stripes opened its scarlet eyes all over its body, making strange noises like the roar of a myriad beasts.
"Hungry....."
"I heard the voice of the Celestial Fox, is it coming back again."
"The Mortal World is chaotic, and the Underworld is not peaceful either."
"I'm so hungry.... the Cyan Wood Divine Master hasn't come for a week...."
"Are they going to starve us to death...."
"I don't want to die."
"I'm so hungry...."
"I need to eat...."
"Cyan Wood, Cyan Wood, where are you, Cyan Wood...."
"Cyan Wood, come out and give me something to eat....."
The giant tiger-striped blue bull stepped out from a cloud-like mountaintop, looking out at the sky where soul rains were pouring down.
