A boundless blood-red land stretched before them, and three gigantic mountains, frail as paper, suddenly collapsed and disintegrated under a surge of gray mist, leaving nothing behind.
"Shasha…"
It sounded like the wind was stirring up grains of sand, yet the force was incomparably overwhelming, seemingly capable of destroying everything.
"It's coming!"
The gray mist surged over the horizon like a tidal wave. The sound was still faint, resembling the rustling of falling leaves, gentle and seemingly harmless.
However, the three of them sensed immense danger. The gray mist was imbued with the power of death, and even beings from Heaven Outside Heaven and Beyond Human revealed a grave expression.
"Let's go!"
They decisively retreated. Faced with the mysterious gray mist, all three felt a palpable sense of dread, which was indescribably oppressive.