And just then as he blinked the world changed again.
He found himself back at the same spot in the mysterious tower, where that unknown creature had entered through ears.
He adjusted his posture!
However since that moment there were no signs, no movement, not even a sound.
Shaking his head he tried hard not to think about that but he wondered in dread and awement.
If a mere creature that is just like a drop of water in a planet of full ocean, where that drop was that petal creature and the whole ocean was Dead Eye, The Eye Of The Dead.
Just thinking about it made a chill run down his spine, not through his whole body!
Just then blinked for the first time after that blink.
Nothing happened…
After carefully studying his surroundings just a few metres inside from the entrance.
Walking toward the gate he looked outside at the place where once were those reddish plants!
There was nothing there, nothing, just the barren land left behind…
Just then he blinked a second time!
He turned his head back and looked at a long passageway, ended by a thick darkness. As if something more scary, and terrible is waiting for him from ages
Wondering if it was even right to find a way back to the world? No it wasn't! It wasn't right for him to go through that passageway! Because he felt the true fear just before, now he didn't know what lay behind that darkness!
He just stayed idle there, unable to make any choice.
After a moment of pondering he thought.
'I think I should take help from the Lord! NO NO I CAN'T DO THAT I AIN'T WORTH ASKING HELP, Im in the lowest rank of the cult… I got help in cleansing the corruption that was just heaven.'
He tried his hardest to think of an idea and got one!
Whatever will happen will happen, he'd nature, the one which had always obeyed him, helped him, no matter where he was or what the situation was!
He put the sword vertically on the floor of the tower, with his hand on the apical side of the hilt.
He closed his eyes for a while and then withdrew his hand carefully
The sword first didn't move a bit but slowly it slightly drifted and fell to the right.
He opened his eyes!
This was the 3rd time!
And the sword had fallen toward the right, toward the passageway!
His expression froze as if realising something—somerhing that was unacceptable.
"Outside is more dangerous than being inside the tower?" He said with a dazed expression, eyes dilated as if the pupil would blow out.
With a blink he turned his head toward the thick darkness. Fourth Time!
One step. Second step. Third Step.
Another blink.
He continued moving forward in the passageway. The darkness came closer and closer.
The dreadness and unseen ache grew in his heart.
Just as he blinked again he found himself back at the same spot in the washroom. And just then a drop fell from the tap.
His eyes widened as he came to a realization—no, realization came to him.
If he blinks 6 times, he will come back from the Dead Eye realm and if he blinks the 7th time he will go back to the dead eye realm. And he noticed the time freezes as he goes back to the Dead eye Realm.
Which made himself go more feared, sweated.
And mistakenly he blinked again. Found himself back in the Dead Eye Realm.
And then he started blinking just to go back to the world.
1st. 2nd. 3rd. 4th..
Just then he was about to blink again something appeared in front of him.
It hung in the air— held by the twisting motion of its tails. The tails coiled and uncoiled like serpents, lifting its massive body as if the air itself bowed beneath it. Its limbs spread wide, bent at almost impossible angles and the fingers scraping through the space like blades through water.
The creature's ribs shifted every second, glowing faint red beneath its gray skin. From its open mouth came a deep, broken sound—half growl, half whisper—that seemed to shake the air.
Its tails rippled again, curling into the ground and back into the air, keeping it steady like roots holding up a nightmare. Its claws hung just above the surface, dripping something dark.
But moreover it was more horrible and unlookable….
Now he couldn't feel his heart slowing down, or his chest not tightening, or his head not aching, or him not sweating—it now became his habit—a new habit, a natural thing.
The creature looked at him with malicious intent as if it would not only kill but eat every part of his body yet while making him alive.
Before the creature could do anything he blinked this time with his own will.
And opened them again, he found himself back in the washroom.
A drop fell from the tap, at the same time the sweat slid down his face. He was soaked, his body trembling, his face blank and dazed.
How could anyone stay calm after that? He didn't even remember what normal felt like anymore. For him now, normal meant "fear, a pounding heart, and an unbearable ache in his head."
He forcedly opened his eyes just not to blink them again.
'What the hell was that, it was scarier than the thing inside me hell no i dont want that creature to be inside me..'
What the hell was that? It was scarier than the thing that'd inside me… no way, I don't want that creature inside me again…
Still dazed, he walked out of the washroom, forcing his eyes wide open.
If he blinked, if he closed them even for a second—he knew he'd be back in that nightmare world. And who knew what would happen this time?
That only meant one thing—he couldn't sleep tonight. Because if he did, in the next second he'd be in that world and that creature might come again… slip inside him just like the petals did.
He had no choice now—either stay awake forever or fall into the endless pit of dread and pain.