Stranger

In the unfathomable depth beyond the abysmal perimeter of the outer region, a forest stood silently buried with cries of the tortured souls. Somewhere deep within the forest inside, 10 people were now profusely perspiring from every pore of the skins as the heat forcefully invaded their expensive hunting Kevlar.

Each of the 10 people had a scarlet-phoenix insignia carved on their fabric right above their biceps. Surprisingly, none of them were making any movements. They stood still like dumb statutes, muddled within the ghostly silence of the vicinity, gobsmacked through and through. 

What's even weirder was that every one of them had their eyes popping out of their sockets by the incomprehensible scene that was in front of them. The air was congested with the stench of burned wood, whereas the ground was drenched with blood and gore.

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