In the dust gathered by despair, Huai Shi opened his eyes.
It was as if he hadn't heard the cries of Yuan Yuan and Lin Nineteen beside him. He propped himself up, gazing at the high tower before him—the Forgers' final masterpiece, and the cage of suffering that had imprisoned them for millions of years.
This was the Eternal Frozen Heart—a creation of despair formed by countless sufferings, the essence of disaster in Hell.
Should it awaken, an endless lament would resound.
Should it operate, the entirety of Hell would be driven by it.
Eternal Dusk.
In comparison, the curse of day and night here was nothing more than the radiation leaking from the furnace heart...
To resist Hell, they chose a desperate, all-or-nothing struggle. Under the guidance and enticement of the Purgatory Workshop Master, the Forgers stepped, one by one, into the eternal impasse known as Eternity.
Growing more desperate, growing more mad.
