Dark clouds loomed across the sky, shrouding the heavens in gloom. Thunder rumbled in the distance, its ominous growl rolling across the land.
An endless stretch of green lay encircled by a dense forest. Towering trees stood beneath the darkened sky as a cold breeze swept through the grass, disturbing the eerie stillness.
The once-vibrant meadow had become a blood-soaked battlefield.
Crimson pools spread across the earth, staining the grass and mingling with the damp soil. The metallic scent of blood hung heavily in the air, heralding the rain that threatened to fall.
Lifeless bodies lay scattered across the meadow and beneath the trees. Many bore grievous wounds, their limbs severed and bodies mangled beyond recognition. Clad in identical attire, the fallen bore silent witness to the slaughter that had unfolded.
Among them stood numerous men and women, their faces concealed behind masks. They wore the same attire as the dead, their bloodied swords and knives hanging at their sides.
All stood gathered in a tight circle around a lone woman.
She knelt on the bloodstained earth, her body marred by countless cuts and wounds. Blood trickled down her skin, soaking into her clothes before dripping onto the ground.
Yet, there was not a trace of fear in her eyes.
Instead, they blazed with unyielding fury—a burning desire for revenge that even her battered state could not diminish.
A man unlike the others stepped forward, gripping a sword in his hand.
He approached her and raised his blade high before bringing it down in a powerful slash.
But—
The sword cut through nothing but air.
In the blink of an eye, the woman had vanished from beneath his blade, whisked away by an unseen figure.
The man froze, staring at the empty space before him as a sudden chill crept down his spine.
Sensing a presence behind him, he spun around.
His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his breathing grew ragged.
He couldn't move. Couldn't speak.
All he could do was stare at the figure before him—the very embodiment of his doom.