Vale saw only red.
Fury red that blanketed everything. His vision and his mind, everything got clouded and tainted. His body felt warm, then heated, only to get hot and hotter. It felt as if his blood was boiling.
But surprisingly, even with all of this happening, a part of his mind was strangely calm. He appeared in a world he was sure was his subconsciousness.
He was floating in midair, and beneath him was a raging forest of fire that spread as far as the eyes could see. Above him was deep darkness with no end.
"This is my mind? How did I get here? What happened to my main body? What is going on?"
The last thing that Vale remembered was him taking a bite out of the Old Man and then blanking out, his vision consumed by pain and fire.
He was still thinking of all this when something suddenly happened. The dark sky suddenly lit up as light forced its way through in the form of a red moon.
The appearance of the moon cast his mind into a solemn atmosphere immediately.
