In the domain of desecration, along the streets of the Holy City where rivers of blood converge, countless Corpse Ghosts wander amidst the ever-shifting paths.
Their hollow eye sockets flicker with ghostly green flames, brimming with a desperate longing for life and an unwillingness to accept death, accompanied by a chilling murmur—like voices lamenting tragic pasts or summoning souls to plunge into an endless abyss.
Between the ruins of what was once a thriving city, the wails of Dead Souls and blood-curdling screams reverberate beneath the turbulent curtains of chaos. In the dark, streaked skies above, sinister violet lightning crackles amidst seas of blackened clouds. Thousands of spirits coalesce into a storm of souls, their cries interweaving into a dirge of despair—a haunting requiem railing against the cruelty of fate and the uncompromising harshness of existence.
