The appearance of [Nirvana Hell] affected far more than Black Rose alone.
...Or rather, the entire world was affected.
As that enormous, smooth mirror surface, large enough to cover the entire world, slowly rose from beneath the ground, not only ordinary people—even the ghost messengers within the Temporary Underworld were pulled into the mirror the instant their gazes met its surface.
—[Nirvana Hell], so named because one's sins were revealed when reflected in this mirror.
Back when the Underworld was at its height, [Nirvana Hell] had been a dedicated judgment platform. Before that mirror, no one could escape being held accountable for their sins.
Only those with pure hearts, who had lived their lives with a clear conscience, could remain unharmed before this mirror. Otherwise, they would involuntarily fall into this level of [Nirvana Hell], unable to escape.
...The setting sun was as red as blood.
When Hei Fengye opened her eyes again, she found that she had somehow arrived in a strange place. Tombstones of all sizes and freshly dug graves filled the surroundings, like a mass burial ground.
Yet amid all those tombstones and graves stood a small shack, jarringly out of place. A spade was planted outside it, and the ground around it was covered with fresh burial soil.
"..."
Looking at the scene before her, Hei Fengye fell silent for a moment.
—She had returned to what had once been her home.
After standing there blankly for a while, Hei Fengye closed her eyes, then opened them again and walked toward the shack.
The shack was very small. Outside it was a little bed made of rotten wood and leaves. As she arrived in front of it, the dilapidated wooden door happened to open, and a small, frail figure dragged a thin old man out from