Their minds were filled with thoughts of murder and slaughter, of flesh and blood… Nothing would satiate them… maybe even killing was not enough.
**
"What did you just say?"
"They're dead. They're all dead."
The Ancient Battlefield was a land with one season. In fact, there was no such thing as day and night either. Everyday was pervaded was a dark red. It never became too dark, nor did it ever become too bright.
Yet, this area was somehow a winter wasteland.
The ancient trees were without leaves, the mountains were covered in white caps, and the soil beneath their feet was nowhere to be seen, buried beneath a sheet of snow.
There was only one territory in this prison like this… The territory of the Ice Phoenixes.
