The sticky sulfur winds, laced with the stench of blood, slammed against the newly constructed obsidian battlements of the "Rock Defense Line."
Sharp Claw took a deep breath of this foul air, no longer feeling the burning pain in his lungs.
A week of hellish "baptism," the breath of the Abyss had fused into his instincts like a leech.
Like the other team members, he had long removed the filtering mask, letting the air that could suffocate the creatures of the Main World rampage in his chest.
The incessant whispers buzzing in his ears, though annoyingly muffled as if through thick cloth, no longer easily tore at his sanity.
The peaceful heart stone ring on his forehead emitted a steady glow, his only anchor in this ocean of chaos.
"Feels like demonic energy is seeping out of my bones, like they're filled with sulfur."
Rock grumbled in a muffled voice, his sturdy fingers absentmindedly stroking the cold surface of his heavy armor.
