Chapter 7: Nightmare
Astrael’s eyes flew open, only to see an endless darkness.
"Where am I?" Panic-stricken, Astrael says. Then, a wavering light bloomed in the distance, which swallowed him.
As his vision adjusted, the darkness changed into the scene that seemed to be straight out of a horror film.
He saw the world shrouded in crimson darkness. Not his room.
He stood in warm, sticky, viscous mud that sucked greedily at his small leg, releasing a nauseating stench of decay and spoiled earth.
"What... what is this place?" The question came out of him, desperate, but it only echoes in this endless world of slaughter.
Feeling something on his leg, he recoiled, turned his head down, and saw: staring at him, Broken doll faces, wide-eyed, frozen in screams.
Which looked like a desecrated corpse.
Beside them, twisted branches wreathed unnaturally as if it alive, wearing black oil skin, which absorbs all the weak light, giving an eerie feeling.
Things that glowed gold like Mama’s necklace but hissed where they touched the red-stained ground.
He forced his gaze upwards. It wasn’t the sky, it was a vast, throbbing crimson membrane. No stars. No moon.