Leviathan's Purpose

The four-member Nailhead group stood side by side at the Desert Barrier, and the other Cenobites did the same, forming an arc.

The nine Cenobites simultaneously extended their right hands, nine Boxes of Mourning appearing in their palms.

The puzzle boxes spun in their hands, constantly changing shape.

Then, beams of ghostly blue light laced with lightning burst forth. The surrounding air abruptly turned cold, frozen, dark, damp, fetid, and bloody.

Several different demonic domains spread out from them, intertwining with one another.

Within a hundred-meter stretch of desert, sunlight was shut out, making it seem like a sinister ghost realm filled with dreamlike colors.

Crack, crack, crack~!

The desert around them collapsed into the ground as if struck by an earthquake, forming one black pit after another.

Dark stone walls rose from the pits and stood upon the ground, forming a square structure around the area.

The walls were stained with all manner of bizarre bones and bloodstains, and a terrifying aura rushed straight at them.

The surface of the walls shifted back and forth like puzzle pieces, fitting together from every direction until they clicked into their proper places, forming a large door made of square panels.

Clang—!

A bell rang out from within the door. A gap split open down its center, and a howling sinister wind burst forth, making the Cenobites' black skirts sway slightly.

Nailhead's expression remained indifferent as he turned around, his utterly black, evil eyes fixed on the open door.

Deep Throat, Chatterer, and Butterball followed him and stood to the left, while the other four Cenobites stood to the right, revealing the passage in the middle.

Nailhead folded his arms across his chest. In silence, his lips moved continuously, as though he were praying, or perhaps communicating with the unseen "darkness" beyond