Reverberation of the Abyss

The old civilization collapsed and the foggy city sank into eternal night. The dome is above, and the merchants enforce the law, while the people at the bottom feed on the echoes and pay taxes on their souls. The wharf is filled with smoke and dust, and the cracks in the abyss are silent. The response value fell below the red line, and the countdown to fate has begun. The only person I care about is that time is running out. It was supposed to be waiting for recycling, but under the abyss, it encountered a reverberation that shouldn't have been touched. The soul is eroded, the lines spread to the flesh, He has become an alien in the eyes of the system, a flaw chosen by the abyss. Rules eat people, order sucks blood. Under the glow of the dome, there is a truth that no one dares to mention. Not asking for salvation, just asking for everything to be cleared before everything is cleared. Guard those who want to guard. The abyss is silent, but the reverberation has arrived.