Rise Online: Return of the Legendary Player

Chapter 890: Seventh Circle, Violence (Part 1)

"We can't use violence," Kaizen muttered to himself, trying to assimilate the full meaning of these words as they followed Adamanthi down the stairs.

The cold, damp stone steps seemed endless, each step echoing with a gloomy reverberation that added to the sense of despair.

Bloody Lily, always the first to react, snorted with disdain. "Not using violence in the Circle of Violence? Sounds like an ironic joke." Her eyes shone with a mixture of frustration and skepticism.

Adamanthi turned to face her, his eyes serene but determined. "It's not a joke. It's a test. You need to find another way forward. Fighting with violence will only doom you faster than any trap."

Andrew, his face still terror-stricken from the recent revelation, asked, "So how do we get through? What exactly will we face down there?"

Og'tharoz answered before Adamanthi could. "The seventh circle is an eternal battlefield. There, the souls of warriors clash incessantly, fighting to the death, but death never comes for them. It's an endless cycle of pain and blood."

Jayaa felt a shiver run down her spine just hearing about warriors cursed to fight forever, their souls trapped in a loop of endless agony.

"Then... we'll see rivers of blood." Xisrith said.

"Yes," said Og'tharoz, his deep voice echoing up the stairs. "And we must get through this without engaging in violence. We must find a way, or something that will allow us to cross without fighting."

The tension grew with each step down. The darkness around them seemed to absorb all light, as if existence itself was being consumed by shadow. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached the end of the staircase.

In front of them, a vast battlefield stretched out, illuminated by a gloomy red light that seemed to emanate from the ground itself. The smell of blood and burning flesh was overwhelming, and the screams of agony and the shouts of the warriors resounded through the air, creating a cacophony of suffering worse than the circle of fury.

Soldiers from various eras and cultures fought fiercely, their weapons clashing in a sound of iron against iron, of flesh being cut and bones broken.

Kaizen looked at the field in horror. There were rivers of blood running down the ground, mixing into red puddles that stained everything around them. It was a sight no one would want to look at for long.

"How are we going to get through this without a fight?" he asked in his low, hoarse voice.

Adamanthi watched the scene with attentive eyes. "You need to use your minds, not your strength. They must find a way through without us getting involved in the fight."

Xisrith looked at the warriors, observing the patterns of their battles. "Perhaps there is a way to move between them, avoiding the battles. We need to be quick and careful."

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Nodding his head, Og'tharoz said:

"No, there isn't. They keep an eye out for any movement, they're stuck in this endless cycle and when they see a new face they'll surely try to attack us."

"This place used to be easier to deal with when there were demons as guardians, but not anymore." Adamanthi said.

"We need to find a way to get through it without fighting," Kaizen repeated.

Bloody Lily was a born warrior, but she knew that brute force wouldn't be the solution. Her gaze lingered on Kaizen, and an idea began to take shape in her mind.

"Adamanthi, you said we need to use our minds, not our strength," she began, her voice firm. "What if we use air instead of earth?"

Adamanthi turned to her, confused. "What do you mean?"

Blood Lily raised an eyebrow, as if the answer was obvious. "Flying. We can fly over the battlefield."

With a graceful movement, she stretched out her arms and, slowly, blood wings began to emerge from her back, pulsating with an energy of their own. The wings were large and majestic, each feather a testament to the power she possessed.

Adamanthi looked at Lily with a mixture of surprise and approval. "That could work."

Andrew, always the most cautious of the group, frowned. "What if we're attacked while flying? We're exposed in the air."

Kaizen thought for a moment, then looked at Bloody Lily. "Can you dodge attacks while flying?"

She smiled again, this time with a hint of confidence. "I'm faster than any arrow or spear. Trust me."

"You can lead the way while I carry the others then." said Kaizen, raising his right hand and wrapping it around himself with <Psychokinesis> to lift himself off the ground. "Because carrying the others won't allow me to protect us very much."

Blood Lily nodded, her blood wings flapping gently as she prepared to take flight. "Let's go, then. I'll lead the way."

"Everyone ready?" Kaizen asked the others, his eyes focused on the dark, red horizon.

Everyone nodded immediately.

Kaizen took a deep breath, concentrating. He knew that the task ahead of him wouldn't be easy, but he had to trust in Blood Lily's abilities and his own determination. Stretching out his right hand, he enveloped himself and the others with his <Psychokinesis> ability. Slowly, everyone began to rise from the ground, floating above the bloody battlefield.

Bloody Lily began to fly above the fighting warriors, deftly dodging arrows and spears that were occasionally fired in his direction. His movement was agile, almost like a dance in the air.

Kaizen followed close behind, carrying the group with his psychokinesis. Below them, the battlefield was a scene of pure horror. Warriors from ages past fought incessantly, their faces contorted in expressions of pain and fury. The sound of clashing metal, screams of agony and the smell of blood filled the air, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

From above, Kaizen could see the vastness of the field. It was like a sea of violence, with no apparent end. Bloody Lily led the way with grace and precision, her eyes alert to any threat.