Blood began to seep from the ground.
It didn't come from a wound or a body, but from the very soil itself as if the earth was bleeding.
At first, it was just small droplets. Then it turned into streams. Then rivers.
No one understood what was happening.
The sky had been clear just moments ago. But then, suddenly…
Swords.
Black swords. Cracked. Rusted. Gleaming. Ancient… Every kind imaginable, appearing in the sky.
They weren't held by hands, but floated like ghosts of war.
Then they began to fall.
One after another, swords plunged at terrifying speed, burying themselves in the blood-soaked earth.
Each impact shook the ground, the sound splitting ears.
A sword. Then another. Then dozens.
No pattern. No order.
They fell like a curse as if something furious from the heavens had turned against the world below.
One of the soldiers screamed,
"Who's doing this?!"
But no one answered.
