Wherever the demons saw the red flowers, they felt as though they were gazing upon death given form.
It was not an abstract concept.
Not a distant end.
But death, standing right before them, close enough to breathe.
They felt it approaching.
Not rushing.
Not chasing.
Simply arriving.
Yet none of them moved.
Because in that moment, a terrifying thought took root in their minds:
If death is this beautiful… why resist it? Just why?
Wan Shou's face twisted, veins bulging along his temples.
Mo Wen's expression darkened as he realized that even forming a complete thought was becoming dangerously hard.
Their souls felt heavy, as though the world itself was pressing down on them, demanding stillness.
"Everyone! Snap out of it!!!"
Demoness Ya's voice tore through the suffocating silence.
A strange, mind shaking fluctuation spread outward from her scream.
Several demons jolted violently, as if waking from a dream, their eyes filling with panic.
But for others.
