Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the Demon Lord's cooling corpse—its severed head oozing black ichor over shattered obsidian. Victory flashed—then reality shattered. The interface blazed in white fire: levels, skills, power—all reset to zero. Legendary blade broken. Armor burnt to rags. Barefoot, trembling: Level 1 once more. The forest reclaims the battlefield. Mist curls. Something fluid and wrong shifts just out of sight—then vanishes. A cold voice threads through your mind: “I watched a god die by your hand. Now… you are feeble. Returned to nothing. Survive. Struggle. Rise. Perhaps I’ll be amused.” The eldritch remembers your name—the unbound hunger beneath reality, devouring order when veils grow thin. Sunlight pierces the canopy. A stream chuckles nearby. What do you do?

Eldritch Online: The World Remastered

@Arwin Blackwood