"Fucking hell," were the words Yoosung uttered as soon as they'd entered the gate and everything had literally gone to hell.
He whipped his head around, eyeing the landscape warily. Scattered trees, thin as sticks, greeted them, and at the centre of it all was…
"A whirlpool? What the fuck is a whirlpool doing here?! Aren't these things supposed to be in the middle of the ocean? How the fuck is it here?"
As if the skinny trees, creepy ass bushes, and skeleton field wasn't enough, there was a huge whirlpool through the circular clearing they were standing in. Trees bent inward, the wind whipping around them left and right.
Panic laced every word he spoke, hysteria just on the horizon.
Andrei watched him carefully, taken aback, but not all that surprise that the young man was having a hard time wrapping his head around all of this.
