"… Where… is this?! "
As the mist of the Gate of the Abyss disappeared before his eyes, Sareth found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.
The air here was not like in Frostfire City, where it was cold and accompanied by the smell of sulfur. Instead, it was a thick and suffocating smell of blood and decay, making Sareth feel like vomiting.
It was dark all around, and he could not even see his own fingers. He took a long time to adapt to this darkness. Perhaps it was because of his demon bloodline, but his darkvision was gradually unearthed. He covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, looked down, and found himself standing in a pool of blood that was up to his ankles. He could not help but scream and back away in fear.
However, no matter where he retreated, the stench of blood was always there. The sticky feeling lingered at his feet, making him feel extremely disgusted.
After a while, Sareth calmed down and recalled what Roy had said.
