Cold.
Bone-chilling, soul-freezing cold.
Daniel felt as though he had plunged into a glacial abyss.
His entire body was numb, suspended between life and death.
Wait… Didn't I die? Why am I still conscious?
With great effort, he forced his eyes open—
Only to find himself floating in a realm drenched in a deep crimson hue.
Blood-red mist swirled all around him. The very air felt thick, saturated with an ominous power.
Before he could react, the Moonlight Amulet hanging around his neck suddenly levitated, drifting upward.
Under Daniel's astonished gaze, the surface of the amulet began to dissolve.
Piece by piece, the outer shell peeled away, revealing a pulsating sphere of pure black light.
The Moonlight Amulet? Could it be the one that saved me?
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the surrounding blood-red world began to tremble and roll, like crashing waves in a stormy sea.
The entire space seemed to boil, churning with thick, scarlet fluid.
