Asher felt his senses spinning before slowly settling down. The moment he touched the baby Kraken, he suddenly felt like going to his Damned Dimension, as if he instinctively felt it was the only place that could make him feel better.
And the next moment, he was already standing in the Dimension of the Damned.
The dark green rocky terrain of this hellish world stretched out before him, desolate and eerie. The sky, a shifting mosaic of broken mirrors, reflected the fiery embers that the continuous eruptions of the surrounding volcanoes flung into the air.
The atmosphere was stiflingly hot, pressing against his charred skeleton as if it were a physical weight, though it didn't bother him in the least.
Yet, what truly shocked him was not the familiar sights of his dimension but his own flaming skeletal form.
