The distant noise of clinking chains awoke Ryan; his eyes snapped open. There was a mound of mud over his body, and it felt heavy. Luckily though, no mud had seeped into his nose or eyes when his main body hid him in the mud here, he had been cautious.
Demon World, the weird place with chains, he thought silently.
Clink. Clink.
Feeling a slight sense of awe at the sounds of the chain, he looked up. Frozen in his spot, he stared. True giants, chained up and walking under the serene moonlight. It was a sight to behold—a sight that sent eccentric chills down his spine.
Their masculine figures, bathed with a might of ancient power far stronger than even his main body's. Yet all of them were chained like they were some sort of slaves bound to this place for the rest of eternity.
What is the mystery of this place? Ryan wondered.
