What Seamus saw was a sky stitched with red thread. They glowed faintly, weaving across the dark expanse like veins pulsing with light.
The ground beneath him shimmered with the same hue, fine as crushed rubies, while a massive tree stood inverted in the distance with the large crimson moon in the back.
Its roots hung from the sky, sprawling downward like serpents, and its leaves brushed the ground.
The tree itself was the color of fresh blood, and from its bark oozed a thick, black liquid that rolled down in slow drops and stained the leaves even darker. The sight felt unreal, almost like a living nightmare.
"Is this some kind of tree of life? Like Yggdrasil?" Seamus asked, his voice uneasy as he stared upward. "And why did you bring me here? I just want a simple answer."
"Not quite," X replied with a faint smirk. "You wanted to know why some crimes are never punished, didn't you? And no, there isn't any simple answer to anything, Seamus."
