"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.
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.