Lucien looked up, his vision blurred by tears. He saw the walls melting away, the illusion dissipating to reveal a new area, one that looked like the very embodiment of hell.
The sky turned a fiery red, and the ground was thick with blood, reaching up to his ankle. The atmosphere was eerie, reminiscent of Abattre's domain.
As he glanced down at his lap, his mother and all his family were gone. 'So it was an illusion after all,' he thought, his eyes empty, as if his soul had been drained.
Despite knowing it was an illusion, the emotional torment lingered, leaving him mentally vulnerable.
According to Tritons, all his negative feelings were amplified by the void.
But the intensity was overwhelming, even for him, someone who rarely felt pain except the one inflicted by his family and his women.
Lately, though, he had been experiencing too much, and perhaps that was why his mind was in chaos.
