Everything in sight began to fade away.
In its place, a vast, yellowed page appeared.
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In a dimly lit room, nearly swallowed by darkness.
A massive black tome, once standing silently with its covers closed and etched with mysterious, blood-red patterns, began to tremble without warning.
Suddenly, its pages began to flip rapidly as if turned by a pair of invisible hands, making a rustling sound.
Golden flames simultaneously burst to life on the surface of every page. The flickering fire cast the entire room in a dance of light and shadow.
The Blood Word Script began to shake and vibrate violently, as if something were trying to burst out from within, or as if it were trying to violently expel a foreign body.
"Hmph. You think you can just swallow me up and spit me out whenever you please? There's no such thing in this world."
A cold, mocking laugh suddenly echoed from within the Blood Word Script, like a verdict from the Nine Netherworld Hell.
