But as though my soul was wrung and thrown into the deepest of hell, darkness devoured me, a foreign yet familiar one—which I doubted that this came from the Frostwrought Mirror that I haven't touched yet.
Right, this feeling was similar to those when my sanity was brought down to zero, or when I was still fully lucid in my visionary dream.
But my Sanity was still 81%, and I was in no way just falling asleep in the middle of fighting the Frostwrought Mirror.
Did another Calamity Object do this to me?
Regardless, I could only focus on what was in front of me at this moment.
Here, my eyes were exposed to a carnage of gold and billowing red.
And all I heard were screams.
"AAAAAAH!"
"They couldn't have possibly abandoned me!"
"I want to go home… I want to go home! Please! Don't drag me away from my one and only home!"
"I curse you all! You who drank the pain that I churned with glee…!"
