Red.
Rey saw red all over the room.
The succulent color of blood, and the warm moisture of the liquid dropped from every corner of the room.
It occupied every facet of it.
Then, sitting atop the endless river of blood—one that flowed without end—were heaps and heaps of corpses.
Like mincemeat, their bodies were riddled with holes and squashed beyond recognition.
It seemed they were initially diced into multiple pieces, and then crushed in many areas until they became nothing but pounded flesh.
It was this very flesh that decorated the room, hanging all over like strewn spaghetti covered in tomato sauce. It was both an absurd and horrifying sight.
Yet… there was a certain beauty about it.
This painting of death, however, had one fatal flaw—the living still remained on it.
This, perhaps, was what made Rey's eyes widen in absolute shock.
