Cultivation Nerd

Song Song stood frozen in shock, unable to move. Thick, tar-like streams dripped from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, sizzling faintly as they hit the scorched earth below. Her crimson armor pulsed unnaturally, veins of darkness spreading across its surface like a sickness taking root.

Her breathing hitched, shallow and irregular. Her axe, still held in one trembling hand, hung low and unsteady as if the weight of it suddenly became too much.