The scent of blood.
Yes, that's the first thing that invites me when I set foot into the dystopian world.
Before even opening my eyes, I can feel it. I can smell the scent.
The scent of iron. The scent of blood.
I slowly open my eyes, waiting for the dreaded sight to reveal itself.
The dust is swarming my eyes, like bees, signaling the aftermath of a fight.
I am standing on a smooth floor similar to the one in the dark world. And behind me stands the same pillar stretching its way into the unknown. I ponder the notion that reentering the pillar might lead me to a different realm but refrain from testing it.
The Wrath brothers are standing just before me. Their masks are removed, revealing their long orangish hair.
Their teeth gritted in anger. Their hands tighten their grip on the heavy axes they are armed with.
With a thunderous roar, they set off, leaving me behind.
"This is not the time to stand still," I think.
My mind is adapting to this atmosphere quicker than I thought.
The dust is settling slowly, and I also begin to set out.
Even though my face is covered by the mask, the raw scent of iron permeates my nostrils, encouraging me to remove it. But as I progress, I am violently thrashed by the stones in the dust, forcing me to leave the mask as it is.
Looking at the ground, I see markings in red. It's like someone splashed it around, making it a colorful mess.
With each step taken carefully, I progress.
The voice of a skirmish can be heard in the distance, and the Wrath brothers are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly my foot thuds against something, making me halt.
I look down, and it is under a blanket of dust.
Crouching down, I sit near it.
After gently wiping the dirt with my hand, the obstacle comes to reveal.
It is a body.
It is not a stone or some statue. But it is cold as ice.
Even after seeing a dead boy, I continue looking at it in wonder.
Its face, no, not just its face, its entire body is green. Its ears are long and pointy. Its jawlines are stretched, and its teeth are all pointy. It is almost alien and resembles something that of a lizard.
A violent slashing can be seen near its gut, ripping the entrails inside out.
Suddenly a huge horn blow sears my eardrums, making me stand up quickly.
The dust is still settling, but the surroundings are much more visible compared to earlier.
Looking around, I see the remains of a wall surrounding me, concaving to its center. It seems like I am in some kind of dome before it becomes shattered.
On the ground, I see bumps, the same as the one I uncovered, filling the entirety of the fallen dome.
Off in the distance, I hear some footsteps heading in my direction. And the three familiar figures stop right in front of me.
With one yank, I remove the mask, sending a cloud of dust.
I stand there looking at their big round eyes. It is not dancing like before.
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The Administrator
FantasiDarkness and loneliness are something Glenn knows all too well. From a young age, he suffered far more than he could handle. A amnesiac mother. A cold and lonely life by himself without nowhere to turn to. But when a chance appeared before him in wa...
