"Boom--!!"
A terrifying shockwave swept through the entirety of Krokok Film Park.
That day, the people within the dream were startled by the loud explosion, turning one after another to look toward Krokok Film Park.
The only response they received was sound and light.
Half an hour later.
"Oh gods...!!"
A man wearing a Clock Kid mask stood upon the barren ruins, looking all around.
The buildings, trees, memes, and even the Nightmare Ensemble here had all been reduced to nothingness.
Vaporized into thin air in the physical sense.
"What on earth happened here?"
"Call the police, we must call the police!"
It was a world of black holes and seas.
The world was lead-gray.
Aventurine stood at the center of nothingness, his eyes dazed.
"I... succeeded?"
He received no response, and thus could only walk upon the black sea surface.
Gradually, a familiar voice appeared ahead.
[...Welcome to this sorrowful world, Kakavasha.]
As Aventurine walked, the voice grew increasingly distinct.
[Your good luck is us, and also the most precious wealth of all Evegians...]
All of this was like a revolving lantern.
[Two days, walk out alive, and prove your true capability...]
Ahead, his childhood self vaguely beckoned to Aventurine.
[Wealth, status, power... The company will give you everything you want and everything you do not.]
Aventurine took a deep breath and pressed onward.
[And we shall meet again under the aurora of the next 'Kavacha'.]
Suddenly, however, Acheron's voice rang out by his ear.
"Regrettably, this is not the place you expect."
Aventurine turned. Acheron, now with completely white hair, stood behind him.
"You look like you are not doing too well," Aventurine greeted.
At this moment, there was a bloody gash on Acheron's face, and on her arms, on her calves... there were more.
"I