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The spiritual world of life, the abode of the soul, and an unsolved form of existence.
Lorenzo stepped into the rift. It was narrow and crowded inside. He could not see anything except the road under his feet. There was only pure darkness. His consciousness was also hindered, and he could not move freely.
This black wall is both a barrier to block invasion and a cage to imprison monsters. Movement is constantly obstructed, as if it wants to imprison Lorenzo, the invader, as well.
The journey was so long. Lorenzo kept moving forward in the narrow darkness. There was nothing but the monotonous darkness. In the silence, Lorenzo's perception of time was slowly blurring.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, he just kept repeating his steps and moving forward. His cognition was collapsing bit by bit, and Lorenzo was almost forgetting his original purpose.
There were shattering sounds all around, the walls on both sides began to move closer together, the crack became more and more crowded, it seemed to be merging. This was the first time in the long journey that the outside world gave Lorenzo feedback, and a little luster appeared in his dazed eyes.
The long silence made people crazy, and this sudden change made Lorenzo ecstatic. His journey was not in vain.
Quickening his pace, Lorenzo ran madly. As he went deeper into the darkness, it gradually dissipated and he could see more details. It was at this time that a complex wailing sound was heard, as if millions of people were crying.
The eternal silence was broken. The howling sound was enough to destroy a person's mind in an instant. The sounds of crying, wailing, wailing and even babies crying were stretched into long and sharp sounds, overlapping each other, exploding and roaring in Lorenzo's ears.
Along with the sound was the wild dance of death. Rising flames surged from the walls on both sides that kept closing together. In the dots of white, Lorenzo could see the surface of the wall moving, and he could also distinguish the sound of collapsing rubble from the crazy screams.
In an instant, countless arms pierced out from the walls on both sides. The dry and rotten arms stretched out, swaying like lush seaweed, and the sharp nails tried to scratch Lorenzo, tearing his flesh and causing blood to gush out.
This is a spiritual world, but the pain is so real, as if Lorenzo is in another reality.
They tried to drag Lorenzo and pull him into the wall to merge with these weird abominations. At the base of their arms, one could see one hideous head after another. They opened their mouths greedily and flames rose in their eye sockets.
Fuzzy mumblings came from their mouths, as if they were calling out some unspeakable name.
The noisy roars and whispers intertwined together, like the prelude to doomsday.
Lorenzo continued to move forward. He could see some light emerging at the end of the crack. He finally saw the end, and the walls on both sides were closing more quickly. Behind Lorenzo, arms were tightly clasped together, constantly blocking the way back and forcing Lorenzo to escape.
Taking a deep breath, he tensed up. An arm grabbed Lorenzo, but failed to hold him back. Sharp nails tore off large pieces of flesh from his body. While feeling the pain, Lorenzo felt that a corner of his memory was missing and his consciousness was torn apart.