The word chaos summarized the wilds of the 10th month. Be it Lords or aboriginals, they were preparing for the huge war before winter.
The earlier they fought, the earlier it ended. The winner would be crowned king, while the loser would become a dog.
Within the wilderness, a serious killing aura spread out.
As they put it, if the heavens wanted blood, the skies and planets would shift. If the earth wanted blood, snakes and dragons would appear, and when humans wanted blood, the world would turn on its head.
The invisible killing intent permeated from the various groups of people, like a red colored sword energy charging for the skies.
Numerous killing intents met in the sky and collided, and even the clouds changed colors. The crimson clouds hung overhead in the sky, an ominous sign.
