Outside the Yamamoto Group headquarters, the sun shone brilliantly. Inside its grand lobby, however, an endless darkness had fallen.
After Hua Xiaotian kicked the elevator doors off their hinges, he was met by a swarm of blood-red butterflies that filled the air. He froze instantly. The next moment, his eyes lost their focus; it seemed as if the dancing butterflies were the only thing left in the entire world. Unable to control his gaze, he stared blankly at them.
"No, no! Where is this? Where am I?" He stared blankly for less than three seconds before suddenly screaming, clutching his head as he scrambled madly out of the elevator.
To Hua Xiaotian, he was no longer in the Yamamoto Group's lobby. He was standing in a sea of blood, a veritable Purgatory! A torrential river of blood surged around him, its cloying stench filling the air. As far as the eye could see, the entire world was a sinister, garish red.
