‘Night’, 'Twilight’, these were incomprehensible words. But the whispers left by the Wailing Lord captivated Kim Jin-Woo for some strange reason.

The Wailing Lord stared at him with glazed eyes, and her lips twitched. “When that time comes, the walls of false majesty will fall, and a throne built upon stolen authority will be worth nothing more than a handful of dust.”

Her certainty, akin to a prophecy, became a low and deep echo that hovered between the two of them. Finally, she added, “But before that, we must prepare for the Night.”

Kim Jin-Woo, who had been listening quietly, couldn't bear it any longer and asked, “Does that ‘Night’ refer to a certain period of time?” He couldn’t understand what this ‘Night’ referred to when there was no distinction between day and night in the Underworld.

However, the Wailing Lord shook her head slightly and corrected him. “No, the ‘Night’ is something else.” Her eerie voice became even lower as she continued, “It’s the name of the darkness that dwells in the deepest depths of the Underworld, and it’s also the name of the terrible beast that killed the mighty former...