"We are shells!
Let the wizards be terrified!
Walking through hell,
Soundly asleep.
Beneath our feet is a raging fire,
Fear and greed always accompany us,
No one dares to look! No one dares to look!
We are the candles of the Black Prison!
Never extinguished!
Defeat me! Defeat me!
Even death cannot defeat me!"
Accompanied by the pitch-black 'shells' falling from the sky, amidst the emaciated prisoners over the Hell Equation, this hoarse and low singing gradually echoed.
Sea demons, Witch Demons, Bug Monsters, Beast Monsters, Bird Demons, etc., regardless of their identities outside the prison, in the Black Prison, they have only one name - prisoners.
Falling into demons is for survival, living ignobly in the Black Prison is for survival.
Rising up in rebellion is also for survival.
