The world was different when Liam reopened his eyes. He coughed loudly and uncontrollably, but his lungs worked. He still felt sick, but the illness was different, and there was a strange strength flowing through him that pushed him to his butt.
Liam could finally take in his surroundings at that point. He hadn't spent long checking the mountain, but the area had been an endless mass of tall trees and snow, and the same couldn't be said now.
The world wasn't white anymore. Everywhere Liam looked, the snow had disappeared, and the ground had transformed into a slimy, dark layer.
Most trees had also fallen, with only eroded stumps peeking past the slimy layer, their mangled trunks releasing sizzling noises due to the continuous corrosion.
The upper parts of a few trees were still visible. Trunks, branches, and wood shards lay among the slimy layer, like debris in a river, gradually being devoured by the corrosion.
