'This degenerate again, huh?' an androgynous voice echoed heavily, in every direction.
'Useless and weak… you might as well leave your dog life to rot.' The voice was all alone, leaving reverberations in this eerie dimension.
The silhouette of the being with this voice could not be seen in this dark, hellish alternate space, but the carnage and horror that filled this space was to be reckoned with.
The whole space was made of lava of blood, and one could see corrosive miasma filling the air.
'But those wastrels, actually dared touch my pet?' The voice became chilly and sharp.
The lava of blood, boiled and rumbled in excitement, and the miasma became denser, corroding all the scattered corspes and carcasses that floated on the lava.
'Fine… I'll do it myself.'
***
'The stables should be easy to locate.' Jerouch reminded himself, as he took a particular direction that seemed to lead to the courtyard.
