[One Week Later.]
[Unknown Realm.]
The landscape was a graveyard of silence, broken only by the ragged breathing of a lone figure.
Sunny sat heavily on the cracked earth, his body a map of violence. Bruises blossomed across his skin in dark purples and blues, weaving between fresh cuts and crusted bloodstains that marred nearly every inch of him. A deep, jagged laceration carved a line across his cheek, weeping slowly.
gripped tightly in his hand was a metal rod, slick with a viscous black goo that dripped onto the dry soil. Scattered around him in a grotesque circle lay the carcasses of massive black spiders, their limbs curled inward in death.
He moved his gaze all over the landscape, his chest heaving as he tried to stabilize his core. His face was pale, drained of color from exertion and blood loss.
