Disaster

While the news was hastily published about the mighty blow in the Lax River Region and some players were already rushing to the ruins, Zayne was making his way down the altar with measured steps.

He was weak, not a drop of blood seemed to be left in his body as his face was pale, but his deep gaze showed that he was more than alive.

Step. Step. Step.

Zayne stepped onto the icy surface, about to ascend the altar, as red flames suddenly appeared in front of him. Before Zayne would have been frightened, but now he was calm, he was experienced enough to understand Chaos' intentions.

Two hands slowly emerged from the crimson fire, however, they did not plan to harm Zayne, they came with gifts.

Scarlet palms, bursting into flames, folded together, and an amber coin with the mark of an eye with a vertical pupil appeared. It was obvious to anyone what it was.