It sent a shiver down his spine, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of dread. "What kind of place is this?" Lucien muttered to himself, his voice barely audible against the eerie backdrop.
Stepping inside, his vision was greeted by an abyss of darkness, swallowing everything in its path.
Plop!
Plop!
Contrary to his previous weightlessness, his feet sank into a viscous, crimson liquid resembling blood. With each step, a thumping sound echoed through the eerie darkness, amplifying the unsettling atmosphere.
"Is this really hell?" Lucien couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
At first, Lucien hesitated because of his fear of the dark. But as he weighed the options, the thought of going back to reality with the goddess still in control terrified him even more.
The prospect of achieving nothing and remaining under her thumb pushed him to gather his courage and step forward.
