☣ Where Gods Fear to Tread || [ca event/closed]
The chaos lasted in but a blink of an eye, enough to consume the entire population of the city into its deepest pits. Panels shifted and terrified screams echoed throughout as all who were caught in the unseen trap fell to their doom. Silence followed as death's embrace took the weak. But those who had the unnatural resolve and will to survive lived through the confusion, and deep inside the city's bowels did they find themselves a new hell to live through.
The labyrinth was dark, its walls thick, high and nigh impenetrable by any means to do so. The shadows it cast over its hapless victims invited creatures from myth and legend, hungry for flesh and thirsted for blood. Though made to shatter the spirits of men, one man, enslaved by a holy relic, made light of his situation.
"A genuine labyrinth, huh? Hmph, interesting. To think that this city was capable of hiding something like this underneath its streets. Perhaps I'll add the slaying of a Minotaur to my legend?" Rider of Red calmly mused to himself despite the impending danger that awaited him beyond the corner of the walls. Arms flexed as he felt an unnatural tug in his left wrist. A string of sorts, crimson under what little light flickered in the maze, wrapped around his wrist. Visible through his gauntlet, over his hand was a familiar, intricate symbol.
The pact that he had unwillingly entered himself into looked similar to that which bound a Servant to the world of the living: a Command Seal. Rider looked at it with curiosity, before he felt a tug on the string. In the shadows, someone or something had stirred.
"No use hiding. I can already feel you all through this little thing," he announces bravely, lifting his wrist slightly. "Reveal yourselves."