In the shadows, Great Bone gasped violently, staring blankly at the black tide that had already approached his face.
Like an iron wall erected to reach the sky, it was now virtually upon him.
In this environment, which could be called Hell, staring at death inching ever closer, no matter how tough-minded, would it not be difficult to resist the coming of despair?
But just as he was about to disregard the dangers around him and flee from his hiding spot, he discovered... the surging black tide had stopped.
The contracting Joyful Framework regained stability, all its power converging in this comparatively tiny district within the city's original horrific range.
The retreating black tide was a mere inch from his nose.
A line between life and death.
Cold sweat dripped from Great Bone's forehead as he gasped heavily.
It wasn't until then that he realized the screams and wails of Ghosts outside had vanished without a trace.
Deathly silence had arrived.
