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In the eerie darkness of the cursed mountain, the demons are up to no good. They laugh with a sulfuric sound and stir up shadows that drift like smoke, hiding in the crevices of her skull, all cracked by old curses, and it's as if she's still screaming.
Her empty eye sockets stare down into this dark place where the cursed people writhe in flames. Every movement you make toward her is like making a silent promise.
Like a sigh caught by invisible hands, and the air is thick with sadness, with the ground shaking with the sound of hooves that's like a great There, where the skull rules and the demons laugh, the fear hasn't stopped: it's only just begun.