My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 59 : A shadow of the past

Perspective : Conrad Garnier

[Present]

My hands stuck, my blade ready, yet I was hesitant to strike. The revelation that they are people who I knew stopped me cold in my tracks.

Something deep inside me was stopping me from moving my blade.

"What was it?"

Before I knew it, I was transferred to this world, where everything was slower, that it might as well be stopped.

Red mist covered my surroundings, that stench, ohh how it called me?

That feeling of cleaving.

That ferocity which once lurked within me,

The sweet beckoning,

"Is it the mist?".

"Where am I?".

It was when I heard that voice which I never thought, would I hear again.

"It's been a long time nephew!".

As I stood amidst the mist, it began to converge into a singular point, shaping itself into what seemed to be a portal. Gradually, the dense mass transformed into a billowing cloud, emitting crimson fumes as it materialized into the silhouette of a figure—a mysterious red shadow.

Which was I all to familiar with?

A remnant of a