The night was a heavy black cloth, smothering the construction site until it was airtight.
The sense of oppression was overwhelming.
And at the site of the pit,
it now looked as if it had been cursed by a Demon, having transformed in an instant
into a hideous volcano, sunken into the earth from some deep abyss,
furiously spewing out blood-red sludge.
The sludge was as thick as if it were congealed directly from fresh blood,
its color vivid, yet possessing a sinister quality.
The stench of blood spread rapidly through the air as the sludge sprayed out,
shrouding the sky above the site in a bloody mist.
The acrid stench grew stronger, boring into one's nostrils and making one gag.
This intense stench of blood was like Dark Magic, exuding a fatal allure,
driving the nearby stray cats, dogs, and all manner of birds out of their minds.
They had been hiding in dark corners, but now, as if possessed by Evil Spirits,
