What is it like to feel pure terror gnaw away at your very soul?
It was a unique feeling.
Like stepping into the bosom of madness.
The swirling fog was not filled with voices and eerie whispers, neither was it like a shattered mirror that caught unlucky souls in its grotesque abyss.
No, it was nothing like that.
There was no desolation.
There was no despair.
It was a subtle itch in the mind.
Like the buzzing of an ever present, nearly immortal fly.
The host of madness itself.
With a single roar, Asteron blew the fog in the surrounding area away.
With a grimace on his face, Cain looked around.
Something indeed was not right.
They had been transported somewhere within a strange forest. The forest floor was damp and filled with fallen wet leaves. However, there was no undergrowth.
Instead, the forest was filled with the exact same type of tree, evenly spaced out and continuously reoccurring in all directions.
'It's like a freaking maze...' Cain thought to himself.
