As the battle heated up—
The Blood Temple had just unfolded, and the world transformed abruptly. The air above Black Wind Castle seemed stained a deep red, with the lifeblood of the entire city converging towards an invisible altar, forming this scarlet domain!
From afar, the players widened their eyes. They were initially eager to rush into the battlefield, but now they all stopped in their tracks with expressions of shock, clearly wondering, "Did we enter the wrong dungeon?"
A Skeleton Mage draped in a black magic robe and holding an Undead Wand gazed at the swirling blood-red clouds in the distance. The wand trembled slightly in his hand while his bones rattled uncomfortably.
After a long while, he remarked with emotion.
"... Damn it, they fought so hard they nearly obliterated the path. How did we even dare to rush in just now?"
Thankfully, his profession was an Acolyte, so he didn't go himself but instead summoned a group of cannon fodder minions to die for him.
