The berserk state wasn't just a physical transformation but a battlefield within Ethan's soul. He stood at the center of a dark, endless expanse, the ground beneath him slick with a crimson liquid that rippled with each movement. The heavy and oppressive air filled with an overwhelming aura of despair.
Shadows writhed and loomed around him, their forms shifting and twisting into grotesque, faceless figures. They whispered insidious words, their voices a cacophony that clawed at his sanity.
"You're weak."
"You couldn't save him."
"You'll never be enough."
Ethan clutched his head, his fingers digging into his temples as he tried to drown out the voices, but their venomous words grew louder. They encircled him like predators, their cold presence suffocating.
