Once again, it was that boundless space between existence and non-existence, between reality and illusion, between Spirit and matter, between the Spirit Realm and the material world.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The sacred bell tolled of its own accord, and one after another, majestic figures as dazzling as suns descended here in succession.
Some were wreathed in surging tides, some were three-dimensionally encircled by the maddening buzz of mosquitoes and flies, some exuded a bone-piercing chill as sharp as blades, and some were themselves performing an opera...
Aside from the frequently seen faces such as "Angel of Disease" Baalzebub, "Funeral God" Sinotoglis, "Cold Monarch" Mordician, "Just Angel" Aihote, "Mother of Sea Monsters" Echet...
"Thousand-Faced Moon" Kohol, "God of Music and Opera" Tru Ningbra... all those very active old acquaintances.
