Wei'en came to his senses. He had just been shaken by that string of names, but the moment he looked up, the shock in his heart was even greater!
That was—
In the distance—no, more like right before his eyes in the dark void—countless twisted figures danced slowly.
They had no faces, no distinct bodies—only silhouettes formed from shadow. Their mouths were all stretched open to the backs of their heads as they gazed upward. Their limbs danced with a stiff, stuttering motion, like a series of photographs being enacted one by one.
"That's the Joy of Calamity. Isn't it beautiful?" The Demon Clown's tone couldn't conceal his indifference. "That madwoman loves to see this sight. 'Joy'... She's the one who named it."
Joy...
"What a morbid taste," Wei'en said, looking at the scene before him. 'Is this what you'd expect from Calamity?' he thought.
"Tina, Joy."
