For a moment, Anon was crouched over, but he soon straightened his back and looked toward the sky, his heart rapidly thumping in his chest. Any more violent, his heart would either explode, or burst through his chest.
As far as the eye could see, the world was painted in crimson blood, and looking at Anon, there was a gigantic face that covered more than sixty percent of the sky. Its eyes spanned thousands of kilometers, and were darker than ink. They attempted to swallow the world!
A blood-colored hue spilled over the world, giving it a crimson shade. Anon stood on a mountain peak, rivers of blood streaming down the mountain and joining the blood ocean that embraced this mountain's foot.
Hands clasped behind his back, Anon's eyes shone radiantly, betraying the fear welling up in his heart. Compared to his own, those eyes high above were unparalleled, containing endless power.
Anon appeared no different than an ant staring at a higher form of life.
Too low!
