The Kunlun Ruins Rift

The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the clouds on the horizon and the wisps of smoke rising from the estate a bleak, vivid hue. The wind swept up charred ash and still-wet bloodstains from the ground, carrying a sharp, rancid stench. The shouts of battle, cries of anguish, and clash of weapons from last night seemed to linger in the air.