Skyler took a long, deep breath and tried to float over the crimson Sea before him, only to find his elemental crystals had no Evol.
To make matters worse, he couldn't sense Evol in the air after entering the Gate of Hell.
Frustrated, he snapped at the voice urging him to move forward, his tone very grave.
"Where? Just where should I move when all I can see is a blood-red sea before me? And can't you see the Sea looks like it's boiling?"
He gasped as a drop of the churning, blood red water splashed onto his pants, instantly burning a clear, tiny hole through the fabric.
"Shit. I ain't moving forward!"
His words were resolute—far too resolute.
Unbeknownst, he would soon do the exact opposite of them, and on his own accord.
Perhaps the voice within his subconscious was too tired, or perhaps it had finished its task of guiding him for now. It just fell silent.
