A cold rush of wind blew heavy, and the dense shade of sanguine fog only grew denser.
Beneath them, the soil bled crimson, the rippling shade spreading across the entire clearing and beyond.
In its wake, the withered trees rattled, bloody veins suddenly bulging as they undulated fiercely.
And in the blink of an eye, they all started to sprout leaves — leaves of crimson shade.
It was as if reality itself was taking on the very essence of blood.
A dense, pungent stench of blood rode with the wind, leaving a distasteful metallic aftertaste at each breath taken.
The sight was as frightening as it was chilling…
But regardless of it all, Seth stood steadily in the skies, spectating silently.
Though his will seeped into reality only in sparse amounts, Seth could still feel it.
His forehead creased, his brows furrowing, as he felt the familiar presence of earth slowly fade away.
