Blood Must Be Paid

The teardrop fell into existence and turned it golden, spreading through the world in an instant. A golden domain appeared to cover the entire plains and fighters within it. Runes floated atop the domain's surface, filled to the brim with powers.

As soon as the domain appeared, the Enders screamed in agony. These fallen beings rose from the darkness with bodies of oozing tar and swirling bones. Arthur pitied the souls that fell to the temptations of Nameless, but had no way of saving them.

Existence intensified as the creator descended from the sky, letting the guardian take care of the tower's residents. As the fallen beings raised their eyes to look at the sun, their bodies melted under its rays.

"There is no need to fight anymore," said Arthur as he looked at his comrades. "We have conquered this tower, and its master became on our side. The real enemy is rising from the depths of hell… planted by the heavens themselves."