How long has passed?
Cain had no idea.
There was no day or night in this cursed place, so he couldn't tell.
He also couldn't how many days has passed. For all he knew, he might as well have been here for a thousand years.
Clutching his side, Cain tried to breathe, but every time he did so, a sharp pain nearly caused him to keel over and go unconscious.
From the moment he had come to this place, he had been swallowed by the overwhelming urge to cut everything down with the blade in his hands.
And so, he had done so. He had slaughtered.
He had fought his way towards the center of the battlefield.
The war still raged on even though the battlefield was far more desolate than it had initially been.
Most of the creatures that had come to this place were already dead. As such, there was nothing but the stench of rot and decay all around him.
