The night was deeply somber, with the bright moon hanging high in the Nine Heavens, its luminous rays cascading down and illuminating the small courtyard.
The willow trees swayed gently in the spring breeze under the moonlight, the fragrance of blooming catkins drifting through, stirring one's heart.
Sss—sss—sss—
It sounded as though paper was being consumed by flames, its edges curling and charring, accompanied by faint crackling noises, akin to tiny insects gnawing away.
"Soul Capturing—"
A low, guttural voice, reminiscent of the raspy chants of priests performed during ancient rituals, opened a portal to death, summoning the souls of the departed from the void of annihilation.
Crunch—creak, an icy and ethereal aura surged within the courtyard, spiraling as though an entryway to the Netherworld had swung wide open, now hovering above everyone's heads.
