Aldric remembered a constant and persistent notification he had gotten a good number of times while he had been engaging the Sand Sliders.
"View soul fragment," Aldric whispered under his breath.
A metallic rush, sharp and acrid, flooded Aldric's non-existent senses. It wasn't a taste, not exactly, but a feeling—a prickling awareness that filled the space where his nose used to be. He blinked, though his eyelids remained unmoving. He wasn't there, not truly. He was like an observer, a wisp of consciousness tethered to… this.
This. A crimson tide. Below, the forest floor was an unholy sight of thick mud and spilled blood. The leaves overhead, the remnants of a forgotten summer, mirrored the carnage below, their vibrant red a raging opposite to the decaying forms scattered beneath them.
