Dressed in a long black robe with a wide-open chest, Kade found himself sitting cross-legged on the cracked stone floor.
Fresh cuts marred his skin, the crimson streams weaving paths down his battered body before mingling with his dark, already blood-soaked hair sprawled across the ground.
His body should have been in tremendous pain, yet all his attention was focused on his surroundings.
He looked at the dilapidated ancient temple whose walls were crumbling under the effect of time. There was a scent of decay lingering in the dusty air.
However, the red streaks of vermilion encircling the entire ground gave the monotonous ruin a vivid scenery.
Kade raised his hand slightly. Rubbing his fingers, which were coated in the same red powder, he frowned. His red eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the lines etched across the ground in maddeningly precise patterns.
