A blood-red sun burns the cracked earth.
In the boundless desert sands, the figure of Lady Hecate strolls leisurely. The ground she traverses leaves behind black footprints, ink-like blackness seeping deep into the earth, akin to a drop of ink falling into a clear water pool, gradually dyeing everything around it until wisps of inky traces rise from the ground, transforming into a billowing black mist that renders the entire sky into a profound dark hue.
The radiance of the blood-red sun is obscured, and in the all-encompassing darkness, a golden lightning streaks across the sky, as if it were Divine Punishment Thunder.
Rumble!
Raindrops patter down but leave mottled black ink marks on the world. Countless inky droplets scatter across the land like a splashed ink landscape painting, making everything around seem increasingly unreal, as if reality itself has turned into a World in the Painting.
A golden pillar of light descends from the sky.
