"....."
I blinked my eyes to get rid of the dryness in them.
It was just a moment ago when I was chained up and sitting in the center of a spell made by Isis.
But I was not in the middle of the black sea like I was supposed to be. I was standing in a hall that felt unfamiliar.
'....What happened?'
Why was I not thrown into the battle with Apophis---.
My train of thought crashed heavily when my gaze lowered to my hand.
'...Blood?'
Both of my hands were covered in thick, fresh blood that dripped down, pooling around my feet.
'...Why is there blood....'
I tried to clean my hand instinctively, hoping it was my blood, but I was wrong. The blood wasn't mine.
My gaze shifted toward the enormous gate behind me. Runes were imprinted with blood across it as well.
'...No..No...'
I desperately tried to keep my calm as I slowly reached for the door.
With trembling hands, I opened the enormous door easily.
The moment it moved, a metallic smell rushed toward me.
...Blood.
