The onslaught was a deluge of crimson, swift and relentless. Before Ryan could brace himself, the surge of blood-colored force had ensnared him, dragging him into its murky depths alongside Freni.
This malevolent force, manifesting as a viscous, blood-colored mire, wielded a suffocating power that dulled Ryan's spiritual senses to a near standstill, rendering them inert and unresponsive.
Darkness enveloped his vision, thick and absolute. The only sensation that pierced this void was the unsettling awareness of his own blood coursing through his veins, a stark reminder of his helpless state.
Desperation clawed at him, and he fought against the oppressive force with all his might, yet his efforts felt futile against the insidious strength of the sinister crimson.
But the shroud of darkness was fleeting; after a mere ten seconds, it began to recede. Ryan's eyes snapped open, and he frantically scanned his surroundings for Freni.