Drink

"Amitabha, I have never experienced such a repulsive wave of disgust in my entire life," Amare muttered as her eyes twitched with strain at trying to control her expression and her desire to vomit. "Now I want to go home."

"…I'm afraid not." Rui clasped her hand. "If you think I'm going to this place alone, you're out of your mind, dear Amare."

She pouted before heaving a relenting sigh. 

"Fine, let's go. But we're sky-walking. I refuse to set foot on the ground."

"Agreed."

The two of them held hands as they carefully avoided the blood while heading to the Blood Cult's expansive cult pavilion.

The Blood Valley itself had been so eye-drawingly disgusting that they forgot to even focus on the cult pavilion.

The Blood Cult's headquarters was, well, strange.