Anon's head throbbed violently.
It was as if the veins on his temples were vibrant hearts attempting to pump blood throughout the body of some ten meter giant.
His figure was soaked in blood, and the spear he wielded dripped with the blood of the natives of this Lost Lands.
Anon maneuvered through a sea of corpses with gritted teeth, his right hand holding his cloud severing spear, and his left hand slowly rising to his blood-soaked face.
Gripping his face tightly, Anon's claw-like nails dug into the skin on his forehead and cheeks.
His breathing was ragged, and his crimson gold eyes trembled slightly, however his willpower refused to succumb and so, his vision pierced through all illusions.
Suddenly, before his eyes, the scene changed.
The more than a hundred corpses that littered the cave's ground disappeared, and the very interior of the cave changed significantly.
This...
Anon swiftly realized that this cave was not the one he had first entered.
