Ulfar's Stage To Shine
A bone-chilling silence quickly swallowed the underground chapel hall, enveloping everyone who witnessed the grim fate of the audacious barbarian. The rookie looked like he was peacefully asleep, but the froth at his lips and his glassy, wide-open eyes told a much darker tale.
There was no sugarcoating it—the baptism had spiraled into a catastrophic failure.
This turn of events instantly shattered the renewed confidence and enthusiasm the other recruits had just seconds before. Now, all you could hear were stifled gasps and gulps of dread. Their instincts screamed at them to get the hell out, but they were too mesmerized by the macabre tableau before them—a haunting preview of their potential futures.
Amid his rattled tribesmen, Jake was in no mood for laughter either. Inspecting the soul-state of the comatose barbarian, an unprecedented gravity weighed down his features.
'Xi, do you think the Oracle can heal this? I mean, through a Green Cube or other means?'