Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System

The devourer

Atticus awoke to a pounding in his head, the taste of iron thick on his tongue. He was sprawled on a cold, damp stone floor, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and something metallic. Groaning, he pushed himself up, wincing at the sharp pain that lanced through his chest.

His memories returned in a rush – the corrupted forest, the fight with the beasts, the crimson orb. He looked down at his chest, expecting to see a gaping wound, but instead found only a faint red imprint where the orb had struck him.

Confusion clouded his mind. Where was he? Had he been captured by those robed figures? Just then, a booming voice echoed in the chamber, vibrating the very stones beneath his feet.

"Welcome, heir. You have passed the initial test."

Atticus whipped his head around, searching for the source of the voice. His gaze fell upon a colossal statue, its features vaguely familiar. It was a monstrous entity, its eyes glowing with an eerie crimson light.

"The power within you will need tim