Episode 1: The Glass

Under the scorching sun, relentless as an unforgiving drummer, the once-proud inhabitants were driven to madness by their own arrogance.

They had once fancied themselves as gods, only to be reduced to nothingness by the divine judgment of the holy son.

The sands beneath my feet, once pristine, were now tainted by their greed and selfishness, narrating the tale of their downfall. The thoughts of those who had once thrived had vanished, leaving only me as the sole survivor.

My heart was burdened by remorse, haunted by lingering regret. I couldn't help but wonder, had I not embraced death, would I still be the one to endure this desolation? Such thoughts, however, held little significance for the one who remained.

Those false gods had been ensnared by their own illusions of fame, forfeiting the sacred realm forever beyond the grasp of the condemned.

My hand instinctively shielded my eyes from the searing sun, its blinding light piercing through the gaps between my fingers.

As I cautiously peered ahead, a chilling sight unveiled itself—a glass fortress, its surface bathed in a haunting crimson hue.

The reflections dancing in the sunlight revealed my past mistakes and regrets. With each step closer, the sensation of bees stinging my flesh intensified, their sharp pricks tormenting me.

My foot met a treacherous shard of glass, and the crystal fortress bore witness to the crimson stain of my own blood. Before I could react to the pain coursing through my body, a harrowing sound shattered the uneasy silence.

Claws made of glass crashed against the ground with an otherworldly weight. Bang! Another claw emerged from the opposite end. With a glitch that faltered reality, a towering glass monstrosity appeared.

It enveloped itself in glass that sparkled with madness, while tendrils of flesh wrapped around its form, securing the glass shards within its being.

Its movements lacked grace; the very concept of fluid motion held no meaning. When it shifted, it appeared to pause for a split second and then, BAM! Its claw struck my left side, propelling me with unending speed.

My body collided with the ground, experiencing the relentless force of shattered bones and the release of screams from my lips.

My eyes were bloodshot from the force, and before I could even comprehend what was next, its figure was already there, meeting my blurry, bloody gaze.

A taste of iron could be detected on my lips, and the pain from broken bones still lingered in my chest. A layer of regret surged through my mind, a lingering thought that I had once discarded now came rushing back: survival.

A claw of flesh and glass appeared above my head, all within an instant. Its visage loomed over me, as if it wanted me to beg for its mercy.

But what is mercy to one that holds no regard for the life it may take, no compassion, no empathy could be seen within its being.

I didn't pray for its mercy, but rather for divine intervention. I prayed to God to wash away my sins and protect me from the creature that laced its self with infinite insanity, and smothered itself with rotten flesh of the false gods, that were pieced by the crimson hue stained glass of the rotten regrets.

The stench of foul blood gripped my nostrils with a violent and unstoppable force, and a taste of disgust threatened to surge up my throat, but I held on tight. Tears of crimson dripped from my blurring gaze as I was left with an unearthly sight—above the clouds, lights of gold spewed forth. A divine visage emerged.