A whimpering cry of death...then silence. Traces of dying magic glimmered in the pit revealing my sword soaked in blood. The squeamish sound of my b****y footsteps echoed in the hollow earth as I left the strewn sight of animal carcasses and guts behind me.
The vile taste of their blood and mine engulfed me in a horrific thrill and sense of disgust. Nauseous feelings of adrenaline coursed through and everything within burned as I pushed back the urge to vomit.
The cavern began to spin, the crowd's screaming voices fading into nothingness; time itself seemed to vanish inside a golden radiance I'd never seen before. The newfound light purged all wounds and signs of physical debuffs disappearing as soon as it came. A brand-new sensation overcame me, like walking on air. Summoning my sword,
