Deep beneath the sea, the Sea Demons crowded around the Doomsday Phone, staring curiously at the photograph on its screen.
The Weird Bride in the photograph wore a bright red wedding gown. What had been a still image suddenly seemed to come alive.
The eyes in the photograph seemed to pierce through the screen and the dark seawater, meeting their gazes.
Those eyes were alive with expression, nothing like an ordinary video.
The Sea Demons abruptly stiffened. A fear born deep within their souls instantly gripped their hearts.
They wanted to scream and flee, but their bodies refused to obey.
Then the power of the aging law silently spread through their bodies.
Their skin rapidly dried and wrinkled. Their scales lost their luster and began to peel off, while their once supple, powerful tails shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye...
The Sea Demons opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, but could not utter so much as a scream. In mere moments, all their vitality was drained away, leaving several decaying skeletons that slowly sank toward the seabed.
The remaining two or three Sea Demons had been crowded out by their companions and had failed to get close.
Now, seeing the dreadful state of their companions ahead, they were so terrified that every scale on their bodies bristled.
They thrashed their tails desperately, retreating for fear of getting too close to the still-glowing phone.
The phone continued to sink, the Weird Bride's photograph still lit on its screen.
In their eyes, it was no longer an ordinary glowing object, but a death warrant from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds.
They did not dare approach it, or even spare it another glance. One after another, they swiftly swam away as though fleeing a plague, putting distance between