Crow crying sounds echoed as Kai entered through the narrow path, and just a second after he straightened himself and began tilting around, searching for the black bird he was following, a crashing sound erupted behind him, and when he turned, he saw the path he passed through replaced with a wall with the name Kai Fenlore written in red liquid that kept on dripping and slamming on the slightly dried earth like a hammer.
The smell alone made him push himself forward, as it smelled of iron and freshly torn human skin, though he saw no sign of torn skin.
His physical body that lay on the wet bed kept on sweating profusely as if he had been watched in sleep.
Back in the dream, he covered his mouth and nose with his left elbow and began moving forward to the dark road that still popped smoke. After taking three steps, he noticed the ground turning slippery, and when he placed the fourth step, his boots landed in a stream of water that pulled him in instantly.
