The sounds of coughing and wheezing echoed through the world of blood. A cloaked figure kneeled on the endless expanse of crimson, his own blood leaking from him in droplets of drizzling black.
Waves of blood kicked up, volatile winds swinging them up to walls of tsunamis that came crashing down with the force of meteors. Often, the man was swallowed up whole by the volatility, but he didn't move a single inch, his body still convulsing and struggling to move properly.
The only thing that seemed to save him was hidden in a flicker that almost looked like a digital glitch in reality. His body… it was displaced through the Mesh of Reality.
It had been a very long time since he was in such a sorry state. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time. Maybe he was juggling the memories of too many.
He hacked up another mouthful of black blood.
It was no good. The injuries were too heavy.
