The piercing alarm sounds triggered panic and screams within every shelter. Amidst the chaos, there were constant cases of trampling and crowding.
But all the noise and clamor came to a sudden halt at that moment.
As Morando raised his hand, a bronze-colored bell appeared in his grasp, swaying gently.
The clear ringing of the bell spread through the night, carrying with it the lingering echoes of nightmares.
In that instant, countless red eyes opened in the darkness, bursting forth with overlapping whispers, narrating a tale from the Abyss.
"Nightmare."
The old man murmured hoarsely, "A nightmare is hatching..."
The teenage girl cried out in horror, "A woman, an ill-omened woman walks in the darkness."
An infant in the cradle opened its naive eyes, staring at the phantom world before it as it blurred into flesh and blood, uttering the piercing language of the Abyss, "The affectionate mother opens her arms, embracing this despair in full..."
