At regular intervals, towering bone spires rose from the ground.
Countless bone bricks were packed densely into their walls.
A faint outline of a human face hovered over every brick.
Yang Yong's throat tightened as he looked at those outlines.
He had seen plenty of dead people, plenty of bones gnawed down to scraps by evil entities, but he had never seen anything like this...
The face on every brick was different.
Men and women, young and old, each with their own features, their own contours.
Some had the corners of their mouths slightly raised, as though smiling.
Some had faintly furrowed brows, as though something weighed on their minds.
Some had their lips half parted, as though trying to finish words they had never managed to say.
They had been built into the walls.
But their faces remained.
The bone spires pierced the gray sky, spreading in layers toward the city's heart.
The closer to the center, the taller the spires became.
It was as though the entire city were prostrating itself in worship toward something.
The whole city was deathly silent and desolate, without the slightest trace of everyday life.
No wind.
No insects.
Not a single sound that any living creature should make.
Yang Yong stood before the Mechanical City's access port, his back already drenched in cold sweat.
He gripped the Detection Sphere's control stick, his knuckles white.
There was something wrong with this silence.
It was too quiet.
So quiet he could hear his own heartbeat, each beat striking his ribs, like something knocking inside his chest.
Every inch of space held the vast, mysterious eeriness unique to another world.
This was not a city built by humans.
It was something's nest.
Yang Yong activated the Evil Eye.
A dim red glow rose deep within