Xenos opened his eyes.
The world he materialized into was red.
The sky bled, the clouds wept blood, and the light passing through it looked... sick.
He blinked once and then let out a tiny whistle.
"...damn."
Around him stretched what looked like a graveyard that had eaten a city.
Many half-crumbled towers buried under fields and fields of tombstones.
No doubt, this "spawnpoint" was his Calamity at work again.
Unlucky bastard woke up in the worst place in this dungeon.
Though at least it wasn't too bad, for he could see the center.
There, in that ruined horizon, stood a tree.
It was massive, its bark black as tar, branches spreading like veins across the sky, sagging under the weight of thousands of nooses, where some swayed empty, but most… didn't.
And under it, a shadow hung, watching him.
This was where they had come to die.
Where they had ended themselves.
And before he even had time to process it—
"Head to Death and face its hanged wielder."
