Gradually, Ray was covered in sweat as a terrifying pressure waged war in his mind, nearly overwhelming all his mental activities and making it hard for him to think.
His eyes widened with horror as he felt countless hands trying to bind his body and drag him deep into the realm of the dead.
His mind was filled with confusion, but he persisted.
"I must… must survive…"
Ray uttered, visualising the image in his head again.
Although the pain in his head was slowly diminishing, he still couldn't pull out the orb.
"Status."
The familiar red panel appeared in front of him. This was an anomaly.
The realm of dead was a place where no light could or would ever pass, ever since the beginning of time.
It was the absolute realm of death, where all things could only exist in pure darkness.
But the red panel slightly made this dark world shine with a little red light?
