"Kill him."
"Kill him."
"Kill."
Beneath the dim yellow streetlamp, a woman in a red dress stood silently in the shadow cast by the light, her eyes wide open and unblinking as she stared into the distance.
Her face was haggard and pale, making her seem even more lifeless in the shadows.
"I am listening," the woman answered slowly, responding to the voice that kept drilling into her ears from the darkness.
"I am listening to the voice from the darkness."
A faint mist gradually began to swirl around the woman. Blocked by the fog, the streetlamp's dim yellow light became increasingly hazy and bleak.
"O supreme Lord of Water... the Lord of Water's power is everywhere. Our ritual must proceed as ordained. Anyone who stands in our way must be removed. Must!" the voice in the darkness continued.
"I know," the woman replied in a low voice.
"As long as the ritual can proceed smoothly, the Lord of Water's power will thoroughly cleanse all of London. They will wail and weep in the endless Abyss of Water, repenting for the countless sins they have committed."
"Two marks have already been completed. Just three more, and the initial ritual can begin. The envoy will cross worlds to reinforce us and begin the second-stage ritual," the voice continued.
"So go... go kill every obstacle. No matter who... no matter..."
The woman stood in the shadows without saying a word.
Suddenly, her black hair grew longer and longer, more and more of it spilling down like flowing water before spreading in every direction.
A patch of black ground formed beneath her feet, piled high with black hair. The woman herself slowly melted, splitting into countless strands that collapsed downward and merged into the hair below. In the blink of an eye, she