Akaris appeared in a world of deep red, even the sky above was as red as blood. He looked around the place and took a deep breath and the smell of iron assaulted his nose.
High above the blood red clouds floated a massive red moon so huge it looked like it was going to crash on the world.
However the moon was not what troubled him, he was standing on a tiny island only about 200 metres across.
Around him for as far as he could see, there was only an ocean, a crimson ocean of blood.
He could see bones floating in this sea of blood, some as huge as houses. Without a second thought he took a fighting stance with his bow in hand.
Akaris summoned his echo, the tall muscular ogre appeared next to him, he handed it the great sword.
He stood back to back with the echo, then he used inspect on the ocean but all he saw were question marks.
However his instincts told him the sea was dangerous, extremely dangerous. He bent down and ripped off a tiny piece of the ground.
