Alexander became lost in a sea of red clouds while attempting to navigate his way out. As he began to feel the effects of the gas, he quickly realized it was extremely potent.
He scrambled to take various potions to counteract the gas, but it was still too strong. He began to cough up blood and noticed red spots appearing on his skin, indicating the gas was still affecting him.
Between the towering wooden hands, a platform rose, with Harold standing on it.
Despite his wounds, he smiled menacingly as he watched Alexander battle the deadly crimson cloud.
"What happened, old man? I was finally getting serious. Don't tell me you can't continue."
A faint golden glow began to appear from within the heavy crimson cloud as Harold gazed.
The glow gradually became stronger and brighter until it blazed with dazzling intensity.
