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In the heart of the Nine Hells, deep within the Immortal Asylum, in a prison split by the first layer of cracks, a hum filled the air.
Beyond the crevice, butterflies in gold, silver, and black crawled over the walls, their eyes flickering with a cold light.
In a dark corner, the Nian with no skin slowly lifted its head, its dull yellow eyes peering out.
Outside the crack stood three figures—one in gold with an air of refinement, one in silver exuding mystery, and one in black, the embodiment of cold indifference. They stood motionless, like statues, their gaze fixed on the Nian.
"Scram!" The Nian growled, and the Immortal Asylum trembled once more, though less violently than before, showing it had grown weaker.
"To think, in the old days, you wouldn't even qualify as a flea on my back," the Nian sneered at the trio, who resembled nothing more than gnats to it.
"Times change, as the saying goes. Thirty years on this bank of the river, thirty years on the other," the man in gold replied, his voice polite, his smile unwavering.
"Screw off!" The Nian slammed the ground, sending a storm towards the crack, which...
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