The moment the clown whispered—
"Temple of Despair."
The sky answered.
Rumble…
RUMBLE…
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!!
The clouds above twisted violently, pressing down like something heavy was sitting on the world. The light faded. The air grew thick.
Vivian slowly looked up. His eyes narrowed.
"…There's something in there."
His voice was low, almost curious.
Then—
BAM!!
Something tore out of the clouds. Then another.
BAM! BAM! BAM!!
Six massive black walls came crashing down from the sky. They didn't fall like stone.
They fell like judgment.
Each one slammed into place around Vivian with perfect precision.
The air shook. The sound echoed again and again.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!!
A perfect box. No gaps. No escape. Vivian's body tensed for a split second—
He was about to dash out—
But then—
He stopped.
Far away, the clown smiled wide behind his mask.
"Too late," he said softly. "Once it begins… nothing can escape its descent."
Vivian clicked his tongue.
"Tch…"
