Trap (4K)

At this moment, Though they were all demons from the hell of Silent Hill, they still felt an unprecedented pang of dread and fear.

The headless fat man, the crawling scaled beast, the bare-chested bat, the twisted skeleton—these Breakaways all watched the blood-red world before them with extreme vigilance.

Here, they felt intensely out of place.

"Fuck, this definitely isn't the Otherworld we used to live in," the headless fat man cursed.

The others silently agreed, yet a primal suppression that seemed to rise from their very bones washed over them, like the crushing pressure a minister felt when facing an emperor.

It proved beyond doubt that this was the Otherworld!

"Shut up!"

With a splat, Sildan, as if squeezing bread, furiously crushed Thomas in his hand, bursting him apart completely and staining his claws with Thomas's blackish-red juices.

"You all shut up too!" He then lashed out through the air, blowing apart the ordinary demons around him who were endlessly cackling and saying, "Welcome home."

In an instant, The dark-red ground before him swelled as though it were alive, writhing as it rushed toward Sildan's hand.

"Get lost." Sildan slammed his foreclaws into the ground, and the shockwave blew apart the bulging earth ahead.

He had thought there might be some living thing beneath the soil, but there was nothing at all. Only the nauseatingly red, blackened earth made everything seem even stranger.

The blasted soil, however, suffered no damage whatsoever.

Like a fluid, it rapidly flowed back into place and once again wrapped around Sildan, as well as the severed limbs of the demons that had been blown apart.

"It's the juice on your hands!" The female demon with ram horns and a bat's head spotted the problem and warned Sildan.

Upon hearing that, Sildan immediately flung away