I'm Not the Strongest Yet

The pollution from the bloody stars has not stopped yet, it overflowed from the door and spread towards the wall. The crystal chandeliers went out one by one. The darkness is like a god of death, constantly moving faster and faster. Like a black hurricane that blew away the light, it roared through the corridor until it reached the end. The screams stopped suddenly like a broken kite string. In the empty corridor, except for the gasps of everyone, there was no movement. In the lightless darkness, countless eyes opened on the walls, floors, and domes of the corridor, and their bloody pupils stared at everyone.