As his understanding deepened, the pact began to glow brighter, the mana it absorbed illuminating his surroundings.
The crimson water transformed before his eyes, revealing its true nature, a vast sea of blood.
It was not congealed but alive, rippling with dark intent.
Before he could process further, an invisible force grabbed hold of him, yanking him upward with ferocious speed.
Seth's vision blurred as his ethereal form was violently pulled from the depths.
In the next second, He gasped awake, his body jerking upright as he returned to the real world.
Seth lay flat on the ground, gasping for breath as if every inhale clawed its way into his chest.
His body felt heavy, battered, and foreign.
Above him stretched the dungeon's false sky, eerily calm in its illusion.
The surreal tranquility mocked the chaos that had nearly claimed him moments ago.
