SHRING...
Suddenly, a flash of blue light appeared right outside of the village nearest to the Sloan Family's main mansion.
A white carriage with two Pegacons appeared out of thin air at the village entrance.
"..."
The village was empty.
The smell of burnt things lingered in the air. The houses' debris scattered throughout the road. The flaming fire danced wildly among some smaller houses.
Broken glass pieces glinting on the ground under the moonlight's grace.
The smell of rotten flesh and thick blood filled the surroundings.
The grasses wittered. The brown ground was dyed red. The bodies of villagers with tattered clothing filled the street.
One, by one.
A woman.
A kid.
An old man.
The corpses were scattered throughout the road.
Some blocked the main path leading to the mansion. Some stayed right in front of the doors of their houses.
Some got trapped under the debris.
