Shattered shards of glass rained down like a storm. Above was a broken sky, all around was thick Blood Mist, and beneath our feet twisted Black Thorns.
The entire Ghost School formed the backdrop, and directly before us stretched a Blood-Red City.
Every scene that could only be seen in nightmares had become reality in the world beyond the door. The apocalypse was no longer enough to describe the Ghost School's devastation. Perhaps this place was another Hell.
E's body had been torn open, and countless evil spirits poured out of his stomach, circling the Ghost School. They cursed E's remains and everything they saw.
The Heaven Painter had worked so hard to build had utterly collapsed. The sins buried deep within the Waste Transfer Station had regained their freedom. The darkest things in people's hearts had come crawling out. They howled and cursed, committing all manner of extreme acts to show the onlookers just how dark human nature could be.
They were the things the Painter had tried so hard to conceal. Now he had released them with his own hands. They took indiscriminate revenge on the monsters around them, whether they were students from the Ghost School or outsiders.
These filthy things that had escaped the Waste Transfer Station were acting only to vent their anger, but at this crucial moment, they also helped relieve some of the pressure on the Painter.
The monsters from the Blood-Red City were advancing in a menacing wave, but the most dangerous assault had already been neutralized by the Painter. He had used his special ability to destroy Shan, then drawn on the negative emotions the Ghost School had accumulated over the years to cripple E. Now only one enemy remained.
His arm reached through the Blood-Colored Mirror. The Painter had won