The red mist churned in the air, and flowers of rage quietly bloomed within the dead, emitting an eerily red glow, turning the battlefield into a purgatory of flesh and blood.
The young knight Leonard hid behind a rock, his chest heaving violently, the longsword in his hand trembling uncontrollably.
His comrades, Joyce, Michel, Talan... just moments before, they fought side by side with him, but now they lay fallen among the chaotic army, their faces twisted beyond recognition by anger and vines.
"It's madness..." Leonard muttered with a trembling voice.
He saw with his own eyes how Talan's eyes turned red under the red mist, roaring as he stabbed his longsword into a friend's back, as if he couldn't recognize his former comrade at all.
On the other side, an Ice Wolf snarled and leaped, pinning down a soldier of the Broken Blade Army, its sharp teeth tearing through his head.
