The shovel in Yorick's hand radiated a dense aura of darkness and decay.
He lifted the shovel, then began digging into the ground right in front of the roaring army of hell.
With every swing of the shovel, the flames burning on the bodies of those hell soldiers dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, their very existence seemed to be rejected by the entire world of the Abyss. As a result, the spatial rifts Kate had just opened were completely sealed shut in an instant.
And just as the army of hell ran into trouble, another shadowy figure appeared above them.
That long, slender phantom seemed to exist somewhere between nothingness and reality.
In his hands, he held a black codex, which also radiated the aura of Rules.
"Death is praised, and only what has passed is cherished. Poor children, allow me to sing you a funeral song of death."
The next instant, a song like a murmured whisper began to linger in the ears of every soldier in the army of hell.
