Ybur traversed through the Heart Image Gate and saw the collapsing Shadow Mountain.
It twisted and collapsed like a candle being sucked by a black hole.
The shadowy substance forming the mountain was collapsing, a chaotic spectacle akin to countless curled figures of fear devouring each other, with wriggling worms drifting through like giant serpents. Whenever a section of the ridge broke, thick darkness would surge out from the breach.
The Black Death hovered silently in the air, observing the Shadow Mountain below.
He appeared as a gaunt, emaciated shadow, wrapped in a somewhat tattered black robe, exuding an ominous aura that chilled the core and saddened the eyes. Rust-colored ghostly light continuously seeped from beneath the robe, warping the surrounding space ever so slightly toward Him.
When Ybur arrived, the figure moved slightly, turning its head—their face shrouded in the robe, a long bird-beak mask protruding from underneath.
