Jason Forsaken Milenstone 4

The game had begun. The embers of hell fell across the map as Jason plodded forward, his machete burning like a piece of metal fresh from the forge.

The survivors ran desperately. Some were already wounded, others crawled, trying to escape the fire consuming the ground beneath their feet. Jason showed no mercy; every second was a blow, every blow a casualty. In less than a minute, the massacre was almost complete…

The air grew thick, screams mingling with the crackling of the flames. Jason raised his weapon, ready to finish off the last remaining ones. Then, it happened.

From the smoke and reddish glow a new figure appeared. The atmosphere changed: the crackling of the flames died away for a moment, as if even the fire feared what was coming.

You had arrived. Your silhouette cut through the burning fog. The glow in your eyes (or your aura, depending on your preference) contrasted sharply with the hell Jason had unleashed. The survivors, on the brink of death, turned around and knew there was still hope.

Jason, for the first time, stopped. The flaming assassin raised his head, as if recognizing that something beyond his control had entered the game. A clash was inevitable: 🔥 the monster doomed against you.