Dealing With The Dens Of Bones
In the middle of all this beautiful world, two things appeared out of order. One was looking like a dark branch of an old tree, curled and filled with wrinkles, stabbing the ground, staining it with a dark circle of decay and death.
If I was right, it was that den of bones. Was this its original form? Didn't I get all the bones out of it?
I went closer to inspect it. Once there, a faint layer of transparent shield flashed under the rays of light coming from behind the clouds.
"Protecting yourself? From me? Hahahaha!" I looked at this pathetic attempt from this artefact.
*Splash!* binding anything required my blood, and my blood just covered up that shield, making it clearer to the eye.
Then my path inside came by a fierce hit from my glaive and that shield.