Rumble!
Rumble rumble————
Mortals may not yet be aware, but Ghost Street is in utter upheaval.
Every ghost house is trembling, and the bricks laid on every street rise like gray butterflies, fluttering and then extinguished in mid-air, like burning paper money blown skyward by a fierce wind.
The origin of this tremor comes from the depths of Ghost Street.
Even standing at the entrance, one can see the magnificent yet eerie spectacle at the end.
It is the towering, mottled bronze gate that reaches the clouds and lurks amid the gray mist.
The gate's beast ring has long been decrepit and beyond repair, and the beast itself is in ruins and fuzzy, like an ancient dwelling newly excavated, neglected over time.
All of a sudden, those beasts of the ring seem to come alive, their ghastly white pupils glaring open, even the decayed beast ring transforms into mouths filled with sharp fangs.
The entire Ghost Street seems to spring to life.
The nine gates, like nine dragon heads.
