Zed's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to find his way in this dark place.
The area was cloaked in a blanket of darkness, it was a biting cold that gnawed at him, threatening to strip away the last vestiges of warmth from his bones.
Submerged in a viscous pool, bubbles flickered faintly at the periphery of his vision, sporadically popping into existence before imploding into the vast black nothingness.
From somewhere unseen, he could hear the groaning echoes of suffering, a multitude of tortured whispers.
In this abyss, everything was shrouded in darkness.
But this particular shade of black, it felt familiar to Zed.
In his previous dreams, the tower seems had same kind of darkness.
'What now...am I caught in another dream?'
Zed thought to himself, a weary smile on his lips.
'Lucy must still be waiting for me out there.'
