To a Despairing Soul, Truth within the Madness (2).

What is it like to feel pure terror gnaw away at your very soul?

It was a unique feeling.

Like stepping into the bosom of madness.

The swirling fog was not filled with voices and eerie whispers, neither was it like a shattered mirror that caught unlucky souls in its grotesque abyss.

No, it was nothing like that.

There was no desolation.

There was no despair.

It was a subtle itch in the mind.

Like the buzzing of an ever present, nearly immortal fly.

The host of madness itself.

With a single roar, Asteron blew the fog in the surrounding area away.

With a grimace on his face, Cain looked around.

Something indeed was not right.

They had been transported somewhere within a strange forest. The forest floor was damp and filled with fallen wet leaves. However, there was no undergrowth.