The crimson background of the malevolent space was wrapped in silence and emptiness. Not a single living being was in sight.
But then, suddenly—
Two figures fell out of a red cloudy mist that had appeared without warning, landing on the hardened blood-red floor.
It was none other than Rowan and D'andre.
D'andre's robes had been torn and bloodied, as though he had just escaped a fierce battlefield.
Rowan was the same, hair disheveled and clothes rough.
The two of them immediately rose to their feet, alert, the moment they landed.
D'andre held a spell circle, ready to shoot a spell at any target in sight, while Rowan summoned Soul Harvester and took a defensive stance.
They scanned their surroundings.
Only after discovering they were alone did they relax.
The two of them relaxed and turned to one another, an awkward silence wrapping around them for a long time.
"Did you also experience it?" D'andre broke the silence.
"Life on Earth before our transmigration?" Rowan asked.
