The Talisman

This world is built of runes. The ancients understood the world and carved exclusive runes in the sea of ​​consciousness. The power of the runes penetrated into the skin and flesh, condensed into armor, and turned into weapons. The higher the level of the monk, the more magnificent and splendid the armor becomes - until the rune corrosion spreads irreversibly throughout the body, twisting the bones and flesh, and collapses the consciousness, turning him into a monster who only knows how to kill. No one knows where Rune Eclipse comes from, and no one knows how to cure it. Everyone is practicing and everyone is counting down. And the world is dying slowly. The power of the runes is getting weaker every year, the number of transformed monsters is increasing every year, and the sky in some places has cracked... "Heaven and earth are talismans, and all living beings are fuel. If the fuel is not exhausted, the fire will never be extinguished."