Leon heard the voice in his head and let out a deep groan of pain. The burning was constant, but he couldn't even shout.
"Get on your feet, Leon," the voice came again. The same purple hands emerged from the ground and helped Leon stand, but the burning ground scorched his feet.
"Arghhhh!" he groaned in pain, but the hands kept him upright. His feet were burning, flesh searing, the pain immense, yet the hands refused to let him fall.
"Come to me, Leon," the voice spoke.
Leon slowly looked up, and at the end of the long stone bridge, he saw a figure seated on a throne made of skulls and bones.
He couldn't make out much about the being due to the distance, but for some reason, just looking at the figure made him want to get closer. So he took a step.
Searrrrr.
The pain intensified. His feet burned even more, flesh melting, bloody prints left behind with every step. His eyes burned with pure pain and anger.
