Darkness banketed the world with no stars to light the way. Everything was black, so black that if it wasn't for the feeling of the ground, one wouldn't know which way was up or down.
There were no clouds in the dark sky, or at least none that could be seen, yet rain still poured down as if the heavens were crying.
The rain was red, showering the land in what looked like blood. No. It didn't just look like blood, it was blood—the blood of hundreds of thousands of monstrous wolfbats that Zion slaughtered mercilessly.
The rain continued to pour, covering his body in a veil of blood that made him look like a creature of the land—a monster.
"Your children are dead." Zion picked up his sword, which was lodged inside a wolfbat. "And now, you're next."
The Queen Wolfbat didn't take kindly to his words, screeching at such a high decibel that anyone would go deaf. She mourned her children's deaths and swore to get revenge.
Unfortunately for her, she was facing Zion Zagan.
