VASILLA ◇
I screamed out loud, my body swimming downwards into the bottomless pit. Being in Aloha Damian's dungeon, wasn't it better than this? Falling into a hole was death itself.
My head hit a hard surface and it almost splitted into half. I rose up slowly, feeling the red liquid trickling down my forehead. The force that was used to slam me to the floor was powerful.
I touched my head and frowned upon seeing the blood. But -- "Where am I?" I asked no one in particular, my voice echoing in the distance.
I whipped my head forward and backwards, taking into account what the environment looked like. "A tomb!" The air emanating from the entire surrounding was eerie.
The question was clear. Why did I fall into this god forsaken place? I remembered touching the carved stone of the grave
