Chapter 114

In a dim space permeated with the stench of decay, a skeleton of despair-inducing proportions stood defiantly. Its colossal frame seemed forged from the accumulated grievances of countless the departed, casting a cold, spectral glow. Atop its skull rested a triangular skeletal crown, like an evil emblem plucked from the endless abyss, radiating a chilling, oppressive aura. Its ribs protruded outward like intertwined dead wood, as though they might reach out at any moment to crush everything before it. Its limbs were wrapped in tattered black rags that fluttered slightly in the dead air, resembling the wandering remnants of tormented souls. Within its hollow eye sockets, an eerie green light flickered faintly, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at their prey. Its voice echoed through the space, every single word striking the heart like a heavy hammer, making even the soul tremble. The surrounding air seemed frozen by this terrifying presence, and a suffocating despair spread outward, as if one had stepped into the true realm of death. Here, life was utterly insignificant, with only the dark and suffocating shroud of death awaiting.