141. No one is saved

Garrett stood in the muddy ground, the towering trees with dense branches and leaves completely blocking out the sunlight, darkness dominating this area.

He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of death and decay, feeling the withering of all things.

This is life, an endless cycle.

He extricated his foot from the mud, continually moving forward in the boundless mire, searching for the light that would never penetrate the leaves.

In a trance, not knowing how long it had been, maybe a minute, maybe a whole year, he suddenly realized that he was no longer in the mud.

A few white clouds were in the blue sky, sunshine swayed freely on the grass, fresh air rushed into his lungs through his nostrils, driving out all negative emotions.

It was a vast plain.

A girl with an innocent smile stood behind him.

"Lilith." Garrett smiled, turned his head and squatted down, stretching out his arms.