The inky-black night sky was like an immensely heavy lead plate,
pressing down heavily upon the earth, smothering the construction site until it was airtight and strangling all life and light within.
In the center of the construction site, a huge and deep pit opened its hideous maw,
like the entrance to a Demon's lair reaching out from the Nine Netherworld Hell,
continuously emitting an incomparably sinister aura.
Inside the pit, the blood-red mud had been possessed by Evil Spirits,
transforming into madly twisting, struggling crimson pythons.
They writhed and tumbled over one another, emitting waves of grotesque, skin-crawling gurgles,
each squirm a declaration of their malice to the world.
Amidst the eerie churning of the mud, monstrous humanoid figures sculpted from clay gradually took shape,
slowly coalescing into their final forms.
These monsters were tall and hulking, standing around the pit like small mountains.
