Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
The red scribbles under the surface flowed, coiling around where his hand touched, taking that shard of pain and adding it to the growing mass.
[ACCEPTED,] the voice intoned.
Jax stepped back, eyes a little unfocused. He swiped at them like something had gotten in them and offered no explanation.
“Happy now?” he muttered to the door.
The Gate hummed.
The script along the top flickered.
> PAY THE PRICE OF ENTRY: ONE REGRET.
Letters glitched, breaking apart and reforming into a new line:
> PAYMENT RECEIVED. ACCESS GRANTED.
A series of heavy internal **clunks** reverberated through the metal. It sounded like locks disengaging—big ones.