(Warning: the middle part of this volume begins at this point. There will be a lot of gore, violence, cruelty, and abuse of various kinds. Read at your own discretion.)
Desmond expected many things when he came to the world where Nicolai belonged. Still, not even his wildest fantasies prepared him for what he found.
At first, everything seemed normal, nothing more than a gloomy forest full of withered trees. Desmond was used to being thrown into random deserted areas every time he arrived in a new world, so he didn't find it strange.
The only thing worth noting was the strange shade of colors that dominated his environment. The ground was ash gray, while the withered trees were a macabre dark gray. A moonless purple sky decorated what Desmond could only assume was night.