Michael's gaze shifted upwards, observing how the usual blood-red sky of the Demon's Grave mingled with unnerving darkness, which reminded him of Noah's death.
"With Noah gone, this whole damn universe feels off," he muttered, the eerie mix casting unsettling shadows across the rugged terrain.
In the distance, his attention was caught by a chaotic spectacle. A group of giant bats, emboldened perhaps by the darkness, were aggressively swooping down on a pack of enraged creatures. These beasts had the majestic heads of lions and sinister, slithering snake tails.
"Shit, everything's gone mad since Noah kicked the bucket," Michael observed, squinting to get a better look at the violent interaction. The creatures on both sides displayed heightened aggression, their movements more frantic and desperate than the usual predatory fights common to the Demon's Grave.
