Rhanta's still reading his book as he stumbled across the gates of what he knew is the Old Taramaku City. Whatever this place is, Rhanta feels some sort of dark force. He knows, from the handbook, that he's not allowed to enter. But since he has something important to do, he ignored the rules.
The ruins are sure dusty. There are ashes everywhere, scattered debris, and ruins of old roads. Cars destroyed, buildings in a wreck, corpses everywhere. If Rhanta sure didn't study Necromancy, he'll be freaking his hell out. Rhanta sat on a corpse as he drew something on the ground, some sort of insignia. It wasn't removed by the strong winds.
Rhanta bit his finger and blood came out. He placed his finger above the insignia, and a few drops came out. It hit the insignia, and there came a shine of red light.
