Death Hill Zone | Act 3

...It's been too long. WAY too long. By now, you would have started to grow a sense of bravery, at least for the time being, while you figure out what's ahead of you. As always, Martydox was with you. You knew him, favored his presence, and he seemed like a great friend despite his role that would give him a massive red flag. Yet, it made ACT 2 easy, ability-wise, and speaking of, ACT 2 wasn't too much of a challenge per se.... despite what the previous introduction implied.......... Anyhow-anyhow. With the encouragement you've been given, it is a slow process WITH a highly valuable reward for it: home, the one thing you wanted since the beginning, Martydox knows that. Let's get into this, without further ado.

Martydox was inspecting an old runes item, fundamentally made from some... special rock. He held it up with his other arm crossed as he looked at it with a small frown. He cocked his head at it before tossing it aside and into the blood seas. They were on a bridge.

"Sad. They don't function nowadays." He comments as he tosses it over the railing. That fact didn't concern you, since, first of all, you didn't even know what those... objects could even do. His head turned ahead, urging you to do the same. Up ahead was just... more grass, and some old structures ahead, and possibly some unfound entities roaming faintly. You could already TELL they weren't going to be friendly.

Martydox smiled slightly. He was what you were seeing as well, as much as it wasn't expecting any leftover entities to be left behind, especially like that. He soon turned his body in the direction ahead, "You'll be fine, you'll be fine..." He assured you before you could say anything about them.