Trials of Aelthar-2

For the third scenario, Rio found himself atop a tower. In front of him stood a man, holding a sword, still dripping crimson with the blood off the innocents he slaughtered. His face was masked by the shadows, but Rio could still feel the chilling aura of calm in his eyes , like the carnage around him was nothing but a minor inconvenience.

Since the scene was frozen, Rio walked around, taking in the scenery, and trying to guess, or grasp the truth of what was happening here.

It was a new moon's night as Rio didn't spot any glimmer of light in the sky except the stars. The dark clouds floated freely, taking along an eerie sense of peace and dread in the air.

It was the kind of silence that presses against your eardrums and makes your heartbeat thunder in your chest.

The tower was a battlefield, littered with corpses clad in armor marked by a crude symbol of freedom—showing the dead belonged to some sort of army or gang for rebels.