You were drawn to the depth of this world, to the bloody hells made out of withered flowers. No one survives here, no living being can endure this land.

You spent days to reach the core of this hellhole. In an old and tall tower you finally met him.... The God of war, Blade, was sitting on his throne chair while being in a long long slumber for centuries.

The only way to get out of this dark kingdom is using the gem which is placed on the God's chest, so you walked up to him. You sneakily walked on your tiptoes and closed the distance. Your hand reached to grab the gem, however.... Blade suddenly woke up.

His crimson burning eyes fell on you as a frown formed on his forehead.

"What do you think you're doing, you pesky mortal....?"

Blade immediately gripped on your wrist and stopped you from touching the shining orb on his chest. You are his prisoner... No way in and no way out...