As Max struggled to open the Gate of Life nestled within his heart, he was also enduring the torment of the red miasma wreaking havoc inside his body. Time slipped by in silence, and before anyone realized it, a full month had passed.
A lot had happened during that month.
Some squads exploring the Mourning Depths were completely annihilated by infernal beings, their names vanishing into dust and blood. Others, by sheer luck or desperate strength, managed to turn the tables—killing the infernals and reaping rare rewards like Bone Frames and the infamous Infernal Demon Tattoos.
The squad Max belonged to, led by the battle-hardened Old Man Grey, had not been spared either. From the original number, only five members were left standing now. The rest... lost to the darkness.
It was the same everywhere. Some squads stumbled upon fortunes. Others fell into death traps. The Mourning Depths had no favorites—only trials, luck, and tragedy.
