A band of prisoners, a band of forgotten ghosts, a band of vile, selfish sinners, a band of wretches living in a dream who could not even control their own fate.
Yet these were also the people who stood in the darkness of the deep world, facing unspeakable terror and calling out to the Blood City with all their might.
The black fog shrouding Hanhai had dispersed. The Blood City that held up the night sky was taking shape out of the nightmare. As the Former City Lord's corpse and Dreamfold Town's deep dream merged into it, the Blood City grew increasingly real.
Its overwhelming presence crushed every unspeakable. The Fog Sea surged, and the entire deep world could sense its existence.
The Dream Ghost's aura climbed steadily, and the boundless Blood City seemed poised to crush this world of despair.
Gazes swept toward it from the depths of the black fog. They came from other Blood Cities unimaginably far away, carrying different rules but all seeking the same thing: to stop the Hanhai Blood City from descending.
"Now comes the truly difficult part. We must withstand the crushing pressure of the deep world and bring the Blood City down before the other Blood City Lords arrive in person." In North Harbor New City, the dying Bureau Chief of the General Investigation Bureau crawled out of the deep well. The flesh granted wills of its own by the Saviors transformed into one Investigator after another.
In their neat uniforms, they leaped into the shadow world, just as they had charged into the darkness without hesitation countless times before. These rank-and-file Investigators had once been Hanhai's bravest, most selfless people, investigating the shadows with bodies of flesh and blood, trading their lives for knowledge of the rules that would benefit those