But just as soon as he felt a little respite from the torture, he found himself standing at the edge of a vast pool, the surface a deep, unsettling crimson.
The pungent smell of iron filled the air, and he knew instinctively what it was.
Blood.
An entire lake of it, its surface still, as if waiting for him.
"Confront your truth,"
The Bodhisattva whispered, as Chronos teetered on the edge, the blood vat beckoning like a hungry maw.
"See the reflection of your soul in these tormented waters."
With that, Chronos fell, the words of the Bodhisattva ringing in his ears as he plunged into the Hell of the Blood Pool, the beginning of a trial that would either break him or forge him anew.
*SPLOOOOSSSSH!!!*
He barely had time to register the horror before unseen hands grabbed him, yanking him forward.
He fell into the pool with a sickening splash, the blood closing over his head, thick and suffocating.
