Chapter 185 Each Well in Their Own Way

The undead bird, formed of ethereal flesh and crystalline bones, the shrill and piercing voice of a strange woman, green flames burning and rising — and sentences so bizarre that no one could understand them.

Sherry, whose consciousness had been somewhat muddled, suddenly became alert. She stared in astonishment at the strange bird that had abruptly intruded, watching it circle in the air again, while the figures of the Doomsday Preachers around it became frozen in odd postures, as if... like the people on the screens in a "cinema" suddenly paused due to a tape glitch.

One of these creatures was even caught mid-stride, its body almost floating in mid-air, looking eerie, shocking, and somewhat comical.

The undead bird circled once more, and this time, a door of green flame and a vortex opened in the air. Immediately after, a tall figure stepped out and appeared in front of Sherry.