Pushed To The Limits [4]

The world was dyed in red.

Blood leaked and seeped into the dry land beneath.

A lone figure stood at the center, surveying a world drenched in red. The essence of a person's 'concept' was forged through their life experiences and deepest desires.

All Kaelion knew since childhood was blood.

He had shed and lost an uncountable amount of blood.

"Help….!"

"Spare me!"

"Noo!"

Kaelion killed and killed and killed.

All he knew was how to kill. In order to survive the Cave of Blood Morphosis, he had to kill. There was no place for cowards in the cave. You either kill or be killed.

"H-Haa…"

Kaelion rested his hand against the rough stone of the cave, his gaze fixed on the lifeless bodies of the children who had attacked him.