That was a very vague memory.
Like looking through a gauzy veil, it seemed to be a fleeting glimpse from within a dream.
Brian could now only remember the contours of a Moon, its infinite blood-colored brilliance emanating from the pitch-black void, as if the light leaked from a great door to another dimension had opened, reflecting the strange phenomena on the far side of the Moon.
"Not a door, but a crack...
It's a crack between spaces...
It wasn't the Blood Moon itself but the aftermath, the residual blood-colored brilliance from another space tainted our world..."
Brian still felt somewhat spiritually bewildered.
He felt very tired now, like those addicts high on drugs, dizzy, his consciousness void, as if floating amidst the clouds, leaving only a sliver of instinct to spread his arms, unleashing countless streams of green mist, eroding all life within a kilometer's radius..
This toxic fog, corrosive to flesh and blood, was now undergoing a bizarre transformation.
