The Ceremony was forcibly interrupted, the scene where the Scroll Angel's head burst open faded into a phantom before his eyes.
Noland Lee's mind was eroded by pain; endless pricks of agony radiated from the wound in his chest, assaulting his sanity wave after wave.
He heard the howling sound of a sinister wind, piercing and mellifluous, as if bearing a terrifying effect capable of seizing the soul.
He saw all things descending into darkness, the eternal stars meeting their silence, celestial bodies crumbling into dust, the Universe scarred, and utterly turning into a playground for Evil Curses.
A segment of seductive yet despair-inducing whispers played over and over next to his ears:
"Join us, join us…"
"The light will eventually extinguish…"
"Nothingness is the only eternal…"
"Join us, join us…"
Noland Lee's hands trembled uncontrollably.