What was once a monument to Yundao's strength was now a tomb in the making, its pristine marble floors fractured and stained. In the deep cracks, the crimson gore of Hunters mingled with the viscous, ichor-like fluid of monsters.
At the heart of the inferno stood Ning Que. His breath sawed in his throat, each gasp a fresh agony. The Katana of Light, a blade that hummed with arcane energy, felt impossibly heavy in his grip. Beside him, visible only to his eyes, a translucent blue screen flickered erratically.
[WARNING: Vitality Below 12%]
The stark red letters pulsed in time with his hammering heart. Across the ruined atrium, behind a barricade of overturned onyx desks and shattered statuary, Aeris and Viera fought to shield the last handful of civilians. Their faces were smudged with soot and fear.
