"Boom!!" "Boom!!" "Boom!!" "Boom!!
It was almost August, and the bloodbath in the Balkans continued. The cannons were fired from both sides, and a symphony of death and despair ensued, where the humans who were hit by the harbingers of death were ripped apart like Paneer and Peda. On every street of Transylvania, blood, body parts, brain fragments, bones, and plasma could be seen, with no one to even clean it up, even if there was, would it matter, heh, wasn't it only more death tomorrow, wouldn't the streets get more messy?
Outside, almost a river of blood had formed in the battlefield of Transylvania, body parts and dead bodies were laid in piles, laid bare for everyone to witness. Living with death had become the life of the people of Fortress Transylvania, a life of drowning in despair and misery. For the people who had experienced so much, their current streets were already clean enough; they were living in Satan's hell anyway, so why bother even putting up appearances?
