The azure car carried two death gods, plunging toward the Great Rift, like raindrops merging into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.
Pressing a button, the screen switched, showing a dark room on the television screen. Shortly, the door was pushed open, and Teda entered in the dim light.
Teda appeared much older, his skin like withered bark tightly clinging to his bones, his face grim as a corpse, enveloped in a thick aura of death. Yet, in the sunken, black hole-like eye sockets, there was a bright gleam.
In the Alchemy Workshop, tremors continuously shook the place; dust flew and settled in every corner. Flesh entwined with every inch of the building, scarlet blood oozed from it, forming pools of blood on the ground.
The intense scent of blood filled every corner, resembling the stomach cavity of some massive beast, where the hard walls turned soft like stomach walls lined with viscous substances.
