When Anthony opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his previous location.
But something had shifted.
A heavy, metallic scent of blood assaulted his senses, so potent it felt as if he could taste it in the air.
The floor had been transformed, now a grotesque canvas, painted in a myriad of bloodstains pooling together.
Screams rent the air like the sharpest of blades, a symphony of anguish that echoed through the space.
The acrid stench of burnt flesh hung on the breeze, suffocating the atmosphere.
Scattered across the ground, bodies lay in twisted positions, limbs severed, and parts of their forms missing altogether.
Some of the recruits had already lost consciousness, unable to withstand the unbearable pain any longer the moment they arrived.
The heavy sound of panting filled the air, as chests rose and fell with frantic urgency, struggling to draw in the precious air their exhausted bodies craved.
Chaos clung to every one of them.
