Dragging all Dog-headed Men from Dragon Scales Village into the terrifying shadows from the Abyss.
Despair spreads like a plague.
No matter how thick the armor, no matter how heavy the chariot, this bloodline-driven curse is now spreading madly.
Pulling every reachable Soul into the darkness where countless Souls are buried.
In eternal silence and peace, all Souls rapidly collapse, then quickly reorganize under the erosion of plague and curse.
Numerous noisy voices echo in their ears, constantly trampling their wills and resistances, eventually permeating every part of their Souls irresistibly.
Gradually, that unbearable cacophony starts to sound melodious, as if it were the fervent hymn from countless Souls, attracting one's attention uncontrollably, wanting to join in.
Think of nothing.
Contemplate nothing.
Just immerse yourself wholeheartedly in this unprecedented bliss.
