Weak!!

Jennifer, Erika, Tyson, and the rest of their group, a hardened band of 156 souls, landed on the cracked, crimson earth of the Blood Field. The oppressive, red sun, a malevolent eye in the bruised sky, beat down on them, casting long, distorted shadows across the desolate landscape. The air itself hummed with a strange, unsettling energy, a testament to the dark magic that permeated this realm.

***Welcome.***

They turned their heads to the side, seeing a beautiful woman sitting on a throne, a glass of blood in her hand.

"Echidna," Jennifer muttered, her eyes cold.

***Oh... You remembered me. I'm so honored.***

Echidna smiled, taking a sip of the blood in her glass.

"Are you the only one here?" Erika asked, moving her gaze around the open, red landscape.

***Hmm...*** Echidna moved her gaze around the place and turned to the group. ***I guess so.***