On top of the bone-crushing mountain, Iwan was still meditating in the lotus position.
His lips were continuously moving as if he was cursing someone.
Someone sitting on the peak of a mountain like this bone-crushing mountain and moving his lips without stopping wasn't a scene that anyone would want to see. Not even in an uncontrollable nightmare.
But, this image of Iwan wasn't one that showed the World that Iwan was seeing. The place Iwan was in was something that only he had no knowledge of.
Inside that place, Iwan was still observing the blood moon, or the moon of guilt, as Iwan had already named it.
"Breathe in the World, ohhhhh, Breathe out the guilt, hufffff." Iwan said with squinted eyes while all of his focus was on the moon of guilt that had completely compressed.
The moon of guilt that once looked like a full moon hanging in the far-away skies was now static and had been reduced to that of a tennis ball.