It was Chelsea grovelling in a pool of her own tears from across the room — except her tears were replaced by bright red relentlessly flowing streams of blood as she clawed her hands forward, her fingers blistering and tearing against the ground.
Victor involuntarily shuddered in his position at the sight and froze — not that anyone could notice as much as he seemed to just stand in the darkness, seemingly unmoving.
It was like a bolt of lightning, served by the cruel grace of reality, had struck him from above, causing layers of Immersion to almost shatter once more again.
Victor felt something inside of him get torn under the mask as he looked at the sight of Chelsea.
Her expression couldn't be described simply by mere words, and her cries and loud moans had even less of a chance of comprehension. Chelsea's expression was warped as a anything that could be described as twisted.
