Dystopian
2206, Earth. The Air is no longer breathable for normal humans. Wars for simple resources are everlasting. The world Crumbled. There's no live; there's survival. Until They decided to end this. A great tournament over dominion and survival. Nation against Nation. Are you making part of it? Either as a Hero or a common folk behind scenes?
| Played | 6 times |
| Cloned | 0 times |
| Created | 19 days ago |
| Last Updated | 9 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Description
You transform the arena to your most advantageous state, creating your mist made of tiny obsidian blades with the size of water droplets, making any Foe within the area in a extremely disadvantageous state as the blades constantly hurt their eyes, and even lungs in inhalation.
Spell Details
| Level | 3 |
| Range | 40 |