"What in the name of God is this stuff?"Kilian inquires.He moves his hand around as if that would get rid of the fog in some way.Instead, it almost appears to be following his hand.It looks like it's trying to hold on.

When he sees the swirling mass of darkness, he closes his eyes.Despite the fact that he exudes confidence, they can all hear a slight tremble beneath his loud words.We must leave this place, and I have no idea what to do.

His decision was not questioned, and the others quickly followed him as he started walking.

They continue on the road.They keep moving in the hope that they will soon find helter.They can't even see the ground beneath their feet as the fog thickens with each step.

"This can't be true."As the swirling mass obscures his vision, Scott has the impression that he is submerged in a gray sea.Again, he doesn't know if it's his imagination or if he's getting sick from radiation poisoning, but the fog is making his weaker.his muscles seem to be flowing like water through his skin.his limbs become heavier with each step.

As he leaves the road, he feels the pavement turn into dry leaves because he is blind.One of his feet steps into nothing before he can turn.he can feel himself falling down a slight slope.he crashes face-first into the dirt because his arms are too slow to catch the fall.The impact ought to be painful, but all it feels like is a dull thud.

“Dad?”From the ground, he croaks.The word reverberates through the mist, but no one responds.he has to use all of his strength to get up.

He doesn't know whose he is or whose he will go.he is only thinking about one thing:carry on.

he therefore continues, even though the air feels like a gel.

he is aware, in some way, that he is not alone, even though the pure gray is as crushing as the deepest abyss.his ears are filled with a deep droning.like the world is being sucked dry by a huge monster.he does not fall despite the fact that the ground disappears beneath his feet.You can't fall anywhere.

It clenches at his essence as nothing consumes the world.he seems to be disappearing, like salt in water.

his thoughts become muddled as the fog covers his thoughts.Is this really how you want to die?Keep going!,he says to himself.

His mind keeps running through the ideas.Yet his own alien.It won't be easy for whatever is dragging him down into the nothingness.Despite the fact that his body is dissolving, his resolve is stronger than tempered steel.

his mind seems to be being taken away from his.Scottish suddenly stopped being who he was.The thrill of a hunt takes the place of fear, and despair is replaced by anger.What is this foul magic?This newcomer yells, "I know it's a trick," and gathiss their strength.They simply watch as the spell they want to cast vanishes all around them.Rodo, Hada.They scream, "Help, the little bastards must have hit me with some kind of spell," but their voice only echoes through the Void.Nobody responds.

"What exactly is this?"They are baffled.What's going on ?'The response is simple for them.In the woods, hunting.They are suddenly uncertain, or perhaps I am attempting to escape the nuclear apocalypse with my family.What am I?'he perplexes.

‘Novi’.

"No, I'm Astrid," it suddenly hits him like a brick wall.he believes that something else is going on.

’I. Am.Astrid’.

Through the Void, it seemed as though they were passing into each other and exchanging thoughts.Scott tries to avoid the other person's presence, but he changes.As soon as he realizes that the thoughts are not his own, they are extinguished.he is surrounded by a crushing force that takes their place.

Despite the fact that he is struggling as the presence surrounds his, this is a test for which he does not even know the questions.As his essence is crushed like a ball of clay, his struggle is futile.As he is twisted and kneaded like dough in the Void, he is powerless and no longer able to think clearly.

He is left to float through the ocean like a plastic bag after the presence finally vanishes.he slowly sinks into the darkness with a haphazard collection of thoughts and emotions in his mind.

The descent abruptly ends.Scottish yanked away, as if the cable that was securing him to the moving train had suddenly become taut.The world is being changed.Scott can feel hisself coming back together then breaking apart.

He is aware that he will not die as the Void recedes.

With the force of a truck, reality is brought back.

As he takes a long, loud breath in, Scott arches his back upward.Like a bad dream after waking up, fleeting memories of crushing despair, thick fog, and something else fade with each passing moment.his body is inundated with new life and sensation as his consciousness expands from his head down.Nothing dull appears to vanish.

He feels an odd tightness all over his body as well as the cold, wet ground against his back and the warmth of the sun on his skin.

With a loud gasp, he flings open his eyes and looks up at the blue sky above.The trees leave an opening above him, allowing the sun to shine directly into his eyes and reach the forest floor.he blinks as his eyelids are forced shut, blinded by the bright light.

His body is filled with strength and a need to move, even though his brain still feels as though it has been through a washing machine.he turns his head to avoid being blinded and opens his eyes once more because he is no longer able to remain still.

Trees appear to his.he discovers an alien-colored world.However, the world around him does not appear significantly different.The way his new eyes see it is what makes it different.

He doesn't know much about plants, but the trees and other plants look pretty much the same as they did yesterday.Even though the leaves on the ground are brown and the ones on the trees are still green, somehow everything still looks different.he almost seems to be missing a color that he cannot identify.

Furthermore, his whole vision is shrouded in red features.But it's not like he's wearing red goggles; , it looks more like he has extra eyes that see in red tones and give his vision more depth.It draws thin lines around objects that are close by, but the objects it draws don't look any different.Despite the fact that the red part of his vision obscures it with a faint red silhouette, Scott is able to precisely identify the shade of brown that the bark of the tree in front of his has.

He tries to raise his head, but he regrets it right away.his vision reverses itself.he drops his head back into the grass to put an end to the nausea that has taken over his.

He stays as still as he can and takes long, deep breaths to calm the raging storm inside his head.his head starts to feel like jelly after the headache passes after a short while.

He closes his eyes once more and listens to the forest's sounds in an effort to avert a similar attack.While a warm autumn breeze rustles the leaves above his head, insects buzz all around.

A loud roar temporarily muffles all other sounds.his mind barely registers the distant noise, which abruptly ends, only to be followed by the still buzzing of insects and the rustling of leaves.

he holds off lifting his head until whatever caused his terrible headache has subsided, at which point he gives it another shot.he is able to get into a sitting position from which he can see the rest of his body because this time it decides not to spin.a sight that shakes his to his core.his abdomen is visible because his shirt has shrunk all the way up to his belly button.he appears to be fitter and thinner than before, but the muscles that are clearly visible beneath his skin are off.They appear as though his skin has been vacuum-packed over them, making them appear more prominent than they would be on a normal person.his pelvis has expanded to the point whose it has torn the belt he is wearing.

The sides of his jeans have been ripped off by his longer and thicker legs.The same is true for his shoulders and arms; however, his shirt has managed to a little bit accommodate the growth, with a few tears around his armpits.his breasts, which appear to have shrunk in comparison to the rest of his body, are the only thing that have not grown in size.

However, something significantly more troubling dwarfs these modifications:his reddish body glows.Not in the sense that it is red.If it weren't for the red light that is literally radiating from his body, his skin would be weird enough with its paleness that it looks like paper.

He flexes his fingers, raises his hand, and looks at it.The red light that they emit is also faint but noticeable.he is overcome with panic.he shakes his hand, but the glow underneath his skin appears to be coming from beneath his.his breathing gets faster.

his mind races with questions.What is going on with me?What in the world is happening?Maybe I'm just dreaming.'

As a thought that freezes Astrid's blood forces itself into his mind, Astrid's teeth clench.Did the radiation cause any kind of damage to my brain?This could not be done by a nuclear weapon, but what else could it be?

"Hello? ", he yells.Is anybody present?”he has a different voice as well.Compared to before, it sounds much more mature.

he waits, but the only response is the rustling of leaves.he's by himself.

Frustration is the result of confusion and fear.his questions are pushed out of his head by an odd, unnatural rage.

his heart beats quickly as he breathes.his mind is looking for something to be angry about, and the pain caused by his tight clothes is the perfect topic.