When the gray storm blew down from the Sky Dome, endless ash fell like Grain Rain.
Specks of emerald fire clung to the ash, drifting between heaven and earth like fireflies, staining everything gray-black. Within that cold, deathly silent world, blurry shadows emerged amid the ashes, staggering forward as though bound in shackles, hungrily seeking any living thing to tear apart and devour.
A blizzard swept in without warning, dancing snowflakes sketching twisted faces in midair.
The lush trees swiftly withered, rotted, and split apart. Scarlet blood flowed from beneath their cracked bark, while the shrill cries of infants came from within their rotting hearts.
The remaining pools of water swiftly turned foul, their surfaces reflecting corpses that did not exist here.
Suddenly, a deformed giant foot descended from the clouds, crushing the barren woods and fetid water flat. Then came another...
Behind the shattered dark clouds, a mountain-like, hideous outline emerged. Countless tentacles descended from it, searching without pattern for the breath of every living creature.
Still more came. One writhing monster after another emerged from this world that had become a Ghost Realm.
Under the jesters' watch, they spread toward the entire world.
Despair and destruction—this was the Piper's generous gift!
"Has the Serpent Mountain line after Fusang been dealt with as well?"
Gala stood atop the Bone King's skull and looked down. "You lot can actually be useful after all."
"It was merely some petty scheming, hardly comparable to the grand momentum of the Kingdom of the Dead and the Sea of Thunder."
The jester revealed a pale face from the darkness within his robes. His double pupils gazed down at the turbulent world below. "Without Gaia, creating the Shadow Realm would not have been so easy either."
Beneath their feet, the turbid sea parted.
The tide