"Hahahahaha... Finally, after waiting for so long, you have arrived."
Kent felt a chill run down his back when he heard the laughter. Instinctively, he took a few steps back, but it was futile, for he was standing in a pool of blood with nothing but blood spreading far and wide.
"Who is there?" Kent asked, looking around, his instinct screaming at him to run. However, all he could see was a sea of blood.
There was nowhere to run, and he knew that.
So he was left with one desperate option if it came down to it — to face whatever had pulled him into this godforsaken realm. Kent was ready to battle, and so he prepared himself.
However, when the void cracked red and a large, razor-sharp claw emerged from it, dripping with blood, all hope, no matter how much he felt it, was lost.
The presence that appeared was one he would never have had a counter for. Just gazing at the claw was shattering his mind and pressing down on his soul.
