Records of Soul Chasing in the Coffin Realm

A yellow-haired youth, long saber in hand, paced back and forth before the witch's tower. A power known as the Coffin surrounded the tower, refusing him entry.

The youth commanded tens of thousands of specters, yet all he wanted was to see her just once.

So, witch who has lived for a thousand years, what is your Coffin?

The youth asked. He didn't care about the witch's identity, past, or future. He had come only to explore the mystery of the Coffin.

"Space" formed before the youth.

"If you want to know, then come here yourself."

The witch's seductive voice led the youth toward the bottomless abyss.