In a world without land, where a seething red sea dominated the 'landscape', a lone raft made of bones, distorted in various shapes was revolting against the storm of crimson blood.
If it were anyone else on it, they might be frightened out of their wits but the person that sat on it seemed to be… aroused.
With a smile that extended from one of his ears to another, the hooded man that guided Golver and Ryne to Ro-han's legacy, Carnage kept looking around the sea of blood with interest pouring out of his eyes.
His black robe was stained crimson and his hood down, exposing his pointed chin and oval face with hair covering his half-opened eyes.
Ever since he found himself within this illusion, he sat still like this, observing everything around him. The first odd detail that was probably meant to creep him out was the hollow eyes of the skulls of the skeletons his raft was made of were all turned towards him as if blaming him for their misfortunes.
