C255 Messenger

In the yadu, the Mandala Flower had extended to the edge. In the evening sky, it was blood-red and occasionally there was lightning rolling by like ten thousand horses galloping, roaring across the horizon.

"AHH!" Bitter! "Pain …"

Purgatory's groans, hoarse and strained, all sounds seemed so lonely.

Inside the prison, the sky was dark and the earth was gloomy