177. I fought, killed things, felt disgusted but continued on because I hadn't found Norman yet.
I wondered how Norman had survived if this was what he had to deal with every waking morning since he got sick.
Who would be this sick as to conjure such a world using magic? They must have been very miserable in this life and were using this to project their inadequacies in life.
“Norman!" I shouted again for the umpteenth time since I entered here.
That was the reason why I was attracting so much filth towards me.
I bet whoever came up with the spell didn't tell it who to attack and who not to. Then again, who would have thought that one could have the ability to enter another person's subconscious?
I bet no one.
One more zombie-like thing came towards me screaming and the thought of
