It wasnât just simple darkness. The curtain was a writhing, pulsating mass of black energy, as if countless souls were entangled within it. Occasionally, shapes resembling faces would flash through the murky blackness, accompanied by faint sounds that could be mistaken for screams.
Gaaahhh...
The curtain seemed alive, breathing slowly and deeply. Its powerful pull felt as though it could consume the soul of anyone who dared to look at it for too long.
âWhat... what is that?â Jeromeâs trembling voice broke the heavy silence. Fear and awe were evident in his tone.
The rest of the group stared at the curtain, their faces pale and their expressions blank, as if entranced.
That such a colossal curtain of energy existed in the heart of the Forest of Beasts was entirely beyond expectation.
Jerome, feeling the growing unease, leapt into the air, now free to fly with Morbus defeated.
What he saw from above was even more staggering.
âWhat the... why does it look like that?â
The curtain was a colossal hemisphere, its size comparable to the capital of an entire kingdom. As Jerome flew higher, the curtain seemed to fade into the mist, its edges blending seamlessly with the environment.
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