Chapter 92: Fear
The moment the sealing stone touched the blade, Michael's vision shattered.
It was like the world had been swallowed by ink. One blink and the walls of his room, the faint hum of the air system, even the weight of his own body all of it dissolved into nothingness.
Then, a sound.
Thrum.
He was in a dark place , then Suddenly —
A vibration deeper than thunder rippled through the void. Michael opened his eyes or maybe they'd never been closed and found himself standing on cracked, obsidian ground. The horizon stretched endlessly, but instead of a sky, there was only a sea of swirling red clouds, pulsing like blood caught in a storm.
"...Where is this?" His voice echoed strangely, swallowed and then returned, as though the void itself were mocking him.
The air pressed against him, thick with mana. Every breath was like inhaling fire and ice at once. Sweat dampened his forehead almost immediately.
Then he saw it.
