The Blood Mirage Fortress

The sign was crudely crafted, made out of sticks, vines and a wooden plank.

The words were written well enough to read, somewhat neatly, but before the ink could dry, the sign had been tilted up, causing the ink to drip down.

As the messy ink dripped, it made the words blurry and vicious, like a bloody, wide-open jaw.

"It’s not blood. I think it’s some kind of berry juice. It seems like the person who wrote it was in a hurry. The words were written with their finger, using the berry juice. Their finger must have been strong and stiff. The vigorous writing even penetrated the wooden plank a bit. A normal human being could never have done this!"

After making sure there were no traps around, Kieran went up to check on the sign.

The sourness that his nose picked up allowed him to recognize the origins of the red liquid.

Kieran was unsure what it really was though.