Then, I see my sister. Her strawberry-blond hair blows in the wind as she waves for me to come closer. I sprint into a run only to move farther and farther away from her, no matter how hard I try. Water trickles onto my face, but there is no rain around me, only darkness. The sun left somehow. I trip and fall into a puddle, the muggy liquid seeping over my hands and knees begins to increase. I stand up and try to find an escape from the expanding current, but before long it has swept me up. It carries me along and now there are other bodies that pass me by. The undercurrent pulls me down, filling my lungs with iron-tasting liquid. My chest heaves and I gag at the taste of blood. I can feel myself screaming under the surface, trying to find a way out, but I can’t. I am trapped. My head resurfaces and I inhale deeply before the current can pull me back down. But there is no current anymore, only stillness. I open my eyes and find myself inside a glass box.
What do You think about Markram Battles: Omens Of Doom (Part II)?
