Within the confines of a cursed place. A place tainted by dark magic, this landscape is twisted and warped by the malevolent forces that dwell within. This kind of cursed place...are fraught with peril at every turn, the very air thick with the stench of decay and despair.
Zeras felt as though he's currently within the confines of a graveyard...one that had perhaps existed since time immemorial.
A curse filled with despair descended upon him. Yet he only let out a cold harrumph. Out of all cursed emotions...he couldn't even count how many times he had gone through the curse of despair.
And although this one seemed to be even stronger and far more deadlier than the previous ones...but one thing that humans are most notable and known for...is none other than their ability to adapt.
The curse engulfed him with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness and anguish...he felt as though he could never succeed in what he's currently attempting.
