That red moon hung in the sky like a dire omen, bathing the scene in a crimson light that made everything seem like a living nightmare. The ground, an amalgam of human and disgusting faces, twisted in perpetual agony, seemed to shift beneath his feet. Horrible demons slithered and howled, their grotesque forms barely visible among the viscera strewn everywhere. Endless screams filled the air, blending into a cacophony of despair and horror.

In the midst of this hell, Casca's face flashed for a moment in his mind, a flash of pain and loss. But before he could process his emotions, the pain suddenly disappeared as he closed his eyes. No? But apparently, that pain had returned, and the crackling of a fireplace fire made itself present, replacing the sight of chaos with a faint warmth.

The young blond boy began to wake up, his senses slowly returning. The pain of his wounds hit him with renewed force, as the traumas of the Eclipse tormented him mercilessly. He would wake up greatly to feel life again in him; confusion took over his mind, unable to relate what was happening.

He tried to get up, each movement accompanied by pangs of pain that ran through his body. As he struggled to find stability, he heard the creaking of the door of the cabin where he was. The sound alerted him immediately, his survival instincts kicking in. Without thinking, he grabbed what was nearby, a rustic log from the fireplace, and held it tightly, ready to defend himself.

"W-Who's there?!" he exclaimed nervously, his voice cracking from the mixture of fear and pain. His hands trembled visibly, and his heart beat with a rapidity that made the pain of his wounds more unbearable. With each passing second his anxiety increased, waiting for the figure behind the door to reveal itself, wondering if he would face a friend or a new enemy in this world he was only just beginning to recognize again.