I've never felt this weak. Moving away from the pile of dust and broken ceilings, I let my eyes wander for clues of where I was.
My fingers tentatively trailed the broken edge of the broken wall. This was done by… Thomas?
I pushed my body through the broken wall, and my eyes took in wonders.
A grey glimmer shrouded the entire sky, but no source was present in it. It wasn't dry of life, but it held the lives of individuals giving away free tickets of death.
Taking another step forward, a light flashed on my face. I grimaced, shutting my eyes to the impact. Soon, I unfurled them. In front of my was a screen like light with writings. Almost- too similar to the server, but I knew it was different.
{NAME: Roman Quinn}
[Type~ Void's Slave]
[Rank~ Newbie]
[Status~ Alive]
[Skill~ Card Cultivation]
[Agility~ Null]
[Intelligence~ 43%]
[Potential Growth~ 56]
[Passive skills~ Systems visibility]