Red Becomes Hell

A cyclone. A hurricane. A twisting manifestation of worldly phenomenon. 

Lin Feilin had all sorts of thoughts flitting through her mind as she observed the event below. Yan Zaizen's form had long since become buried beneath the red sand, or the Infernal Deity's cells, and that same sand whirled around him ceaselessly. For every breath she let loose, the speed at which the sand circulated accelerated.

"What is…" Her voice quivered slightly, her breathing hastening. The snow-white puppy in her arms was held tighter. She felt more secure after, unaware of the huge smile of bliss on the puppy's face as it nuzzled between her precious mountains.

Beneath the red sand, Old Man Bo, who had been forgotten by Lin Feilin as she ascended, was still on his knees while gawking at the event. Sand. So much sand and red was flying through his visual perception. It was overwhelming.