More and more people feared provoking the Barbarian King, worried they would end up becoming his targets inside the World of Death.
They rushed into the gate, forming a stream that resembled a flock of birds in flight.
Richard hadn't expected so many to enter.
"Let's go!" Carla led the members of the Order of the Crimson Veil.
Richard followed right beside her.
As the hosts, people were even more wary of them, quickly clearing a path. They entered the gate with ease, and the moment Richard stepped through, he felt a distinct shift—the sensation of entering an entirely different world.
This world was saturated with the aura of death.
Richard considered himself quite strong.
Yet here, death felt unnervingly close.
The world appeared vast, yet dark—almost as if it had no sky at all, more like an enormous underground realm.
That suffocating sense of death grew stronger over time, and many began to feel uneasy.
Even if they could endure it, the discomfort was obvious.
