The gates to hell have been opened. Imprisoned in horror, don’t even dream of escaping. “Amidst the flesh and blood, I saw a shackled angel. Only through endless carving and sculpting can its freedom be restored…” Mysteries. Masks. Death curses. Puppets. Calamities. Devotion. The Descent. As the supernatural awakens, the mortal realm turns into a living hell. Across mountains of corpses and seas of blood, nightmares descend. A familiar world hurtles toward destruction as sanity collapses. Imprisoned in horror, the gates to hell have swung wide. Some fight to survive, some sink into the abyss, and some desperately try to escape. Yet at the very end of this sea of blood and corpses, Zhou Fengyuan—a forensic pathologist in his past life and a psychiatrist in this one—sits alone in the empty corridor of a mental asylum, listening to the whispers of his “patients” and quietly accepting their endless gratitude.
