The most disturbing thing was that, perhaps that every time he entered, just as all the bodies looked freshly killed, crimson blood would continuously pour out almost endlessly, the blood would not get absorbed by the ground, but make a small stream of it, and them multiple streams would combine, then more and more would do the same repeatedly.
Until they reach the river made of blood, the taste of iron would permeate the air; blood that had turned into vapor made the world itself look reddish. But he remained unbothered, undisturbed despite how incredibly and disgustingly disturbing the entire world of his 2nd demonic chamber was.
Rather, it only felt welcoming, even…comforting to a certain extent. As if it were his original home. The lingering chaos of death and destruction, in his subconscious, he knew it, he liked it, maybe even…..
