Lords of the Underworld

Grand music swelled. Across the barren land before the cliff appeared an army of thousands. They were nothing but bones, yet they gripped divine weapons, and the land beneath their horses' hooves turned barren.

As the army rode away, the melody gradually dwindled until only a long, mournful flute remained. Each note seemed to take physical form, spreading to every corner of the world. The gray haze blanketing heaven and earth was stirred. Trembling, twisting, struggling, it became countless razor-sharp blades, pointing at the sky and piercing the earth.

The sky shattered, and the earth split apart!

Then silence fell over heaven and earth, and all things came to a standstill, as though respectfully awaiting the arrival of their king.

"The sorrow the world should not have to bear, returned to its people? I shall shoulder it?"

The majestic voice seemed to be the world itself speaking.

Do you know the Netherworld?