Blood.
It was as if the crimson, viscous liquid was all that existed in the accursed world. Corpses were lined all over the ground as if markings of the battle. A squalid scent roamed the area, and pained groans were still distinguishable.
Above the corpses sat a man with a haggard appearance. Wounds covered his body, and blood spilt like a geyser. His body was now malnourished, and his clothes were tattered. His hair was disheveled, and he seemed like he was in a daze.
With his head resting atop his palm, he truly seemed dead. But he wasn't.
"So this the Path of Power," muttered the man, the necromancer, also known as Eric Cartman. "This is the invigoration Sarah felt when she unlocked Serenity or Indifference."
A faint aura of pure malevolence exuded from Eric's body. His lips curled into a faint smile, but his expression soon crumpled as the adrenaline faded, allowing the pain to seep in. He clutched his stomach before falling to the floor.