"Welcome, young man… to the future."
The words echoed through Orfry's mind with such overwhelming power that for a moment, he felt as though his sanity might break apart. His vision twisted, his thoughts warped into chaos, and an unbearable weight pressed on every corner of his consciousness. Luckily, after a few seconds, the pressure began to recede. His heart slowed. His breath returned. The madness dulled just enough for him to remain aware.
But horror still gripped him.
He stood within a void unlike anything he had ever imagined. It wasn't just empty—it was demonic, a twisted realm formed of impossible shapes, broken laws of physics, and endless torment. Around him floated the distorted remains of tortured souls, clustered together like insects crushed beneath an unseen force. Their mouths opened in silent screams, their bodies curled into agonized knots. The air itself reeked of despair and hopelessness.
