[Your Origin has exceeded 30. You have resisted the corrosion of the Abyssal Origin. Evaluation: Chaos is one thing, but adding order to it... Special Rewards: Survival Points +10, Resilience Level +2, Spirit Level +2.]
Wei'en stepped out of the house. Just as he was about to flee toward the center of the city, he saw a red notification flash in his mind.
'Abyssal Realm...'
Wei'en furrowed his brow, looking at the familiar yet strange scene. 'Is this like that spell Clelia used?'
The once-peaceful Ruer District had transformed into a scene straight out of the Abyss.
Low stone buildings became a raging inferno as crimson flames billowed upward, dyeing the entire sky a dusky yellow.
Twisted, shadowy figures, their bodies aflame, struggled to crawl from the buildings, their piercing screams and wails echoing in his ears.
Even the ground seemed to flow with scorching magma, giving off an acrid smell.
"Jia, Lier, Kings."
"Wol, Gans, Tar!"
