Cail felt the world spinning. His wound was quick to stop bleeding, but the effects of blood loss were quick to catch up to him.
He could see two void energy auras approaching him. He was familiar with one of them, that was Sirae's void energy. Actually, it was a bit surprising, but Cail had never seen her void energy before entering the rift. It could have something to do with the fact that he wanted to minimize his use of his artifact, as it caused strain.
"I can feel the sting," Cail muttered, knowing what was going on inside his helmet. "Me wearing sunglasses is probably going to become my trademark."
Finally, the two approaching auras arrived.
"Oh dear. Another contender."
Cail looked back and saw that someone had finally arrived. Under his helmet, he smiled.
"I'll let you choose... how do you want to die?"
It was foggy and dark. It looked like they were immersed in some kind of mystical realm that smelled like burning flesh and wood.
