Martin took a deep breath and moved on, just as Lianol had instructed.
The farewell was final.
There would be no guardian, no guiding hand, no second voice in the void anymore.
It was now truly up to him.
The air was thick with a crimson haze that shimmered unnaturally.
The ground was weird but similar to what he would imagine a place in "Hell"
Occasionally glowing with veins of molten energy coursing just beneath the surface.
He glanced around.
Nothing familiar.
The scent of blood was thick, clinging to everything. Burned trees stood like skeletal fingers pointing to the sky.
The tall red mountains that ringed the area.
No animals. No wind.
"It is really weird to see a place that I would go if was killed."
"Either in this world, or the past world."
Martin was not a fool or delusional. He knew that either in his past life or in this life, he was not a good person.
He knew that if he ever to die for real, his soul would be directly sent to some sort of a "Hell".
