Blood. Blood. Blood.
The smell of blood instantly flooded Caine's nostrils as he stepped into a world of carnage and death.
The skies were a dark and ominous shade of grey, the land black, charred even and soaked in dried blood as through the cracks of the land below, rivers of rotten blood flowed with untamed wilderness.
Mountains of corpses loomed over the horizon, their forms twisted in eternal agony.
But before Caine could analyze what lay ahead, five runes suddenly materialized in front of him.
[Rune of Bshemethoth—True Will is Inverted]
[Rune of Submission—Bodily Control is reduced by 80%]
[Rune of At'hlely—Elemental Rejection]
[Rune of Origin—Mental clarity reduced by 50%]
[Rune of Earthen Might—Ruptured Qi flow]
He barely had time to read their effects before they shot forward and branded themselves on his forehead. Searing heat radiated from the markings, the pain immediate and overwhelming.
