Chapter 3: Sacrificial Plateau
The Arcane Scripture didn't just bring destruction to the world, it changed people's destinies - rewrote them. Only by coming to the Astral Dimension could a man see his doom.
"Where the hell am I...?" Kain looked around, lowering his gaze fearfully.
Only a wide black cloak was on him, the cold reaching down to his bare feet.
"Why am I dressed like this? Could it not be me..." Kain muttered as his face turned pale.
He quickly rushed forward to the blood puddle near one of the bodies. In the reflection, he saw only himself - a young man with disheveled brown hair and green eyes.
"Agh... At least something is good."
A shudder.
"Hm?"
A shiver passed across the puddle, then another and another. Two red eyes reflected in the dark depths.
A wide, murderous jaw lashed out, clenching in front of Kain's face.
"Holy shit!"